She does not believe in what the ghosts are telling her....at least not until one of them morphs into him. The resemblance truly is uncanny as the ghost shifts from a massive stone-grey stallion to a huge basilisk, its ravenous fangs reaching around to sink into her skin, her body, her throat. "F...father?" It just looks so damn like him that she's hardpressed to listen to the numerous doubts that flutter through her mind. It has to be him. No dumb spectre could conjure up that level of realism, from the massive coiling wrath of the snake to the raw menace in those cold, stone grey eyes of his.
Only the harpies are missing. Father is never without his harpies, his great birds of death and mutilation, and it's only their absence that finally convinces Oizys that this apparition is still exactly that - an apparition. With a roar and a flick of her leonine tail, she dives towards her father-ghost, ready to plunge her triple horns into his heart. It's gone before she can, and she feels a twinge in the depths of her magic that tells her to be wary, that she may not have escaped the journey to the Rift unscathed. Her spark-wolf has fizzled away to nothing now, leaving the mare alone save for the shrieking mess that is Ker - deciding in no uncertain terms to fuck this shit, the gargoyle turns and flees the area before the Gods of this corrupted place can throw any more parents at her. I'M NOT A HERO, I'M A LIAR I'M NOT A SAVIOUR, I'M A VAMPIRE |
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