11-19-2025, 01:06 AM
FAZIA
So far on this quest, Fazia had not thought ahead enough to consider what possessing someone else's mind would feel like to them, or what she would do afterwards. She could happily plan a trap or a prank but beyond those steps? None of those thoughts even cross her mind to consider. Whatever happened, she would take it on just like she did everything else in life. So far, this method had been working out pretty well for her.
Of course, as great as it is to not exist with anxiety — there are occasionally consequences that she didn't try to foresee.
Like trying to possess someone who maybe was a bit, or a lot, of a demon themselves.
Fazia doesn't even have a chance to pout about being shut out before the roles are reversed and she finds her body commandeered. Her body will not budge and her jaw is incapable of moving to voice any complaints.
A myriad of reactions flood through her. She is all at once enraged at her body being captive (and hopelessly unaware of the irony), a healthy amount of frightened at waltzing herself into the trap of a bigger predator, and so incredibly impressed with and curious about this sharp-eyed mare. So yes, her heart is racing. From fear and excitement.
She does try, of course, to throw herself at this problem the way she would anything. Her consciousness is wiggling in a way her body cannot — shrieking and snarling. This ability is so new to her she had not even considered the idea of learning how to keep someone else out from doing the exact same thing, and had no idea how to evict them once they were in.
Escape and Fazia can feel her tongue loosen. She wishes she could move her head to keep the intriguing stranger in her sights - instead her silver-slit eyes watch her as much as she can.
"I'm flattered you think I had a plan." She replies with frank honesty. There's no reason to lie — it seems unlikely this mess she charged herself into could be solved with a silver tongue. She doesn't even hide how impressed she is. Whatever happens next is no longer up to her. "I've been practising. Haven't accidentally picked a viper as a target before, though."
Of course, as great as it is to not exist with anxiety — there are occasionally consequences that she didn't try to foresee.
Like trying to possess someone who maybe was a bit, or a lot, of a demon themselves.
Fazia doesn't even have a chance to pout about being shut out before the roles are reversed and she finds her body commandeered. Her body will not budge and her jaw is incapable of moving to voice any complaints.
A myriad of reactions flood through her. She is all at once enraged at her body being captive (and hopelessly unaware of the irony), a healthy amount of frightened at waltzing herself into the trap of a bigger predator, and so incredibly impressed with and curious about this sharp-eyed mare. So yes, her heart is racing. From fear and excitement.
She does try, of course, to throw herself at this problem the way she would anything. Her consciousness is wiggling in a way her body cannot — shrieking and snarling. This ability is so new to her she had not even considered the idea of learning how to keep someone else out from doing the exact same thing, and had no idea how to evict them once they were in.
Escape and Fazia can feel her tongue loosen. She wishes she could move her head to keep the intriguing stranger in her sights - instead her silver-slit eyes watch her as much as she can.
"I'm flattered you think I had a plan." She replies with frank honesty. There's no reason to lie — it seems unlikely this mess she charged herself into could be solved with a silver tongue. She doesn't even hide how impressed she is. Whatever happens next is no longer up to her. "I've been practising. Haven't accidentally picked a viper as a target before, though."
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