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Played by Offline lackadaisy [PM] Posts: 105 — Threads: 19
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willoughby lovelace
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It had been a long time now. Long enough for Willoughby to try to put down roots. Long enough to be rejected by the people, we assume, and long enough for her to realize fate was oft unkind. Meeting with one of the gods of Novus as she tried to step forward and make something of herself... It resulted in failure. Only one or two voted for her. Caligo had been kind, but it wasn't enough to sway Willoughby to join the Night Court.

If anything, she had friends and allies in Dawn and Day.

Perhaps that is where she was meant to go? She didn't know what compelled her to even try for a leadership position. Perhaps it was Galileo's words that resonated with her the most; you are a leader... So she tried to seek him out. The canyon the man said was his stomping grounds was still a far bit away. She took a break at the Oasis before moving on. Feeling downtrodden for the first time in her life, Willoughby kept mostly to herself as she traveled.

Her head lowering, she took a drink. But she was aware of another's approach. Willoughby wondered if they were friendly. Maybe what she needed was to confess her insecurities to a friendly face.

"Speech." | @ anyone | i am assuming in this thread bee doesn't get sov due to the voting direction 










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Warbird
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warbird,
you're abundant and overqualified
got a demise that i can't deny
Stykkislange lay nestled in her crevasse, cool and out of the blaring heat of the sun. She was motionless save for the flashing of her serpentine tongue as she tasted the air. A battery of savory scents came rolling back into her sensory array: Sahelian goats, Marwari goats, a smattering of ground squirrels (though those would be little more than a snack for her), somewhere in the sands a cobra… then another, familiar scent: equine.

Stykki watched the creature come up to the water’s edge without even a thought or air of caution. She was a gentle-touched creature of lavender and pearl, with wings, oof, Stykki had not swallowed a pair of wings in a long time. She unhinged her jaw in preparation, the scales along the side of her body scraping silently against the rocks surrounding her as she pulled back and prepared to lunge…

It happened in a split second, a blink. One moment she was launching forward to sink her ferocious, multi-rowed teeth into Willoughby’s flank and rip off a chunk of leg and the next a great, black and white behemoth had descended from the skies like a bovine-colored angel. Descending with thunderous wingbeats, Warbird landed with one hoof square in the middle of Stykki’s head, squashing her angular, viper-like skull down into the sand with a graceless hissing squawk.

Towering over Willoughby, the Valkyr mare tilted her head and fixed the blue-violet filly in a stern, red glare.

“One should always be cautious when they come to a place of gathering,” Warbird instructed, though she gave her hoof a little pivot for good measure.

Stykki gave a weak, rising hiss, like the air being let out of a balloon.


@Willoughby | "SPEECH." stykki speech











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