Perhaps...this is a close as they’d ever get to stars. Peggy had found herself here somehow, surrounded by the glowing crystals. There was a flame in her chest, an odd bit of pleasure at such a sight. Yet, her usual grouchy self didn’t hold onto the pros of the room for too long. Instead, her mind latched onto the fact that she was utterly and completely lost. These tunnels were confusing, and these rooms were stuffy. She hated it. She hated this place. Yet one cannot know what they yearn for, if they’ve never seen it. She couldn’t yearn for sky and trees. Or mountains and rivers. All she could yearn for was...elsewhere. Then she came upon a strange, smooth platform, and a rock formation sitting on it. Peggy sniffed at the edges of the throne. It was by simple curiosity that she attempted to heave herself onto the seat. And yet, she found herself stuck. Back legs dangling, as she tried to get up. Ask for help? NO WAY! She’d rather just hang here...forever. Sass sass sass.

@Kin-Kin

Envy slid through Orion like a tiny, sly shadow, their eyes flickering as they scanned the surrounding area for... something useful. One thief was enough; they needed to find something to protect their hoard, whether that be through magic or otherwise. So, Envy picked their way through crumbled buildings and piles of rubble, nudging at any and all sharp objects before moving on with a grunt.

They did have one idea, but pride held them back, knowing that Dezba could hear their every thought, and feel their every feeling... they didn't want to stoop down to her level, not when they'd already rejected her magic once. But hadn't they already... sort-of... mastered it? They could, after all, tap into the Plant element to turn light into energy, a sensation that had long since faded from their fur they scuttled around lazily. But that was different! Even though it used plant, Envy liked to think of it as being closer to light. They still thought that plants were useless, and they knew that nothing Dezba did would ever be useful to them! But... wouldn't she be angry if they stole it from her, and got better than her?

Envy was still hung up on indecision as they reached the Throne, clambering up a set of steps that were taller than they were, at least when travelling bipedally. As they entered the room, they began their search at first, shifting through the rubble, but a noise quickly alerted them to the fact that they weren't alone. the weasel paused, turning towards the throne that stood by itself amidst the crumbled room. There was someone there; and Envy approached with paws pattering to see what they were doing. They sat back, watching them struggle for a time, and then announced their presence with a raucous laugh at the sheep's struggles, not bothering to offer any sort of help.


"speak."

@Peggy

That strange, almost eerie laughter caused her to fall. Hooves scraping and giving in. Only for her to land on her woolly but with a great big YELP! It seemed that nicks and scrapes should’ve been her power instead of plants. For she seemed to be getting them very frequently, and with relative ease. Peggy grumbled, rising from the ground, legs quivering slightly as they took on her weight. While perhaps, some newborns would glaze the world by, dancing on ice, every care in the world off their shoulders, this had been a ride on the bumpy back seat of a brake-less jeep. To put it mildly. Her temper flared as she stared back at the thing. It was so...small yet so evil looking. Like a tiny dastardly thing sent from hell. Of course, Peggy didn’t fear it, oh no! She would STOMP it. Certainly that would help clear up this no good, very bad, terrible day. “Why don't ye go 'n laugh yer furry arse off somewhere else?” The sheep stepped towards the creature, nostrils flaring. Her hooves scraping the stony floor. If this indolent being wanted to sit on its fat ass and laugh at her, then it could do it A MILLION LIGHT YEARS AWAY! Sass sass sass.

@Envy

Envy's laughter only doubled as they crumpled to the ground with a yelp, failing in their efforts to climb the throne. Their laughter died down to a quiet snicker, fangs still bared in a toothy grin, as they rose back up from the ground. Envy held their gaze with barely-disguised disdain and mirth colouring their face. "Why would I want do that? I'd miss the rest of the show," they said, shrill voice rising into another cackle. "And we wouldn't want that, would we?"

Still sitting comfortably back on their hindpaws, Envy's tail thrashed with their laughter, their paws folding over emaciated chest. They met the lamb's glare challengingly, barely blinking their narrowed, lilac eyes, watching carefully as they stepped closer. The other creature appeared to be much younger than themselves, but they were far larger, which made Envy's chest flare with indigence, although externally the smirk never left their face. How dare they spite Envy by having everything they could not? That alone made it easy to feel contempt for their very existence.

Contempt hurt less.

"speak."

@Peggy

Envy’s words seemed to curl about her like smoke, burning every place they touched, leaving a simmering anger in their wake. Teeth clenched, irises shimmering with that rage that was so characteristic of her. That was perhaps...their greatest difference. Peggy didn’t hold the other as weaker, or think herself above them in any way shape or form. No, it wasn’t disdain. It was pure, unfiltered, hatred and anger. Of course, you couldn’t hold her to such a standard. Couldn’t put her on a pedestal for her purity. There was nothing ethereal about Peggy, nothing too beautiful, nothing too kind or too pure. Her emotions were just...strong. Direct. And perhaps that is a bad thing, or perhaps, that is good. The sheep took another step closer, cotton tail standing erect behind her. Topaz fang glinting. “Leave ye numbskull! Leave or I shall kick ye all th' way t' Tortuga.” Perhaps then she could finally climb this throne, in peace. Sass sass sass.

@Envy

Envy snickered loudly, tilting their head as though in scrutiny as the anger of the other turned to further amusement. look at them, trying to look big and strong to cover their asses of their own failure. That ain't gonna work with me. "Aw look," Envy crooned, fur bristling with anticipation. "It knows how to use big, bad words! How cute. Too bad there ain't anything behind em!"

Envy tittered smugly to themselves as they admired their own intelligence. They loved it when they managed to make bigger creatures angry; it didn't matter how massive you were in comparison to the little weasel, biting the bait automatically brought the victim down to their level, and eased the edge on their rampant bitterness. In fact, they were starting to like this little sheep, the anger in their eyes fading into genuine amusement. Not that she could know that though, as Envy snorted quietly, resting their paws across one another and massaging the fur on their wrists. "So, what do they call you, anyway? So I know who to refer to when I'm bragging later." Envy grinned, baring sharp, red-tinted little fangs and waving a paw dismissively.

"speak."

@Peggy

That condescending voice only seemed to shake her further, deep down to the core. How...how dare they say such things! As if she were nothing but a small child (which she actually was, though her innocence must have gotten lost in the mail). The weasel, in all sense of the word, was right. She didn’t seem to notice their amusement. Only that disdain that seemed so common round these parts. That ability to slip under her skin using words as knives. Everything seemed to tick her off. And by the time the thing petitioned for her name, Peggy was getting ready to charge into it. Full on cannonball. Not that she quite wanted to hurt it, though a few scratched would perhaps teach it character, rather, she wanted to make it shut up and run away with its tail between its tiny legs. She wanted some pride too. Swelling in her chest. She wanted to be the top dog. And JESUS CHRIST, she wanted to get on that DAMN THRONE! Peggy ran towards the weasel, lowering her head in an attempt to charge directly into the creature’s path. Not quite aiming for any part of the body, eyes narrowed. She just wanted them to run away screaming mercy. Sass sass sass.

@Envy

The sheep failed to respond to their taunts, and Envy bristled with gleeful mirth as she lowered her head to charge. They remained where they were, planning to dart out of the way at the last second to drive them into an even more frenzied rage- but left it slightly too long, and suddenly found the hefty newborn bearing down at them with terrifying enormity. They let out a stunned squeak as they felt the full force of the lamb's head smack into them. They saw stars for a moment and the next thing they knew their serpentine body was writhing in the air as they sailed impressively out of the throne room.

They barely had the chance to register a jealous thought in their weaselly little brain before they were tumbling to a bedraggled halt, head over tail over head over tail- and then smack, into a stony pillar.

It was only their tiny weight and the impressive flexibility of their emaciated form that saved them from serious injury. For a few moments they were winded out of word or thought, but then they slowly and surely pushed their paws under them and hauled themselves onto all fours. they tried to sit on two legs, but dizziness sent them sprawling to the floor again. Fierce nausea birthed from fear rose in their stomach, and they spat out a globule of fluid- even they couldn't tell if it was blood or cinnabar. Swaying in wooziness, they staggered to their feet and looked for the sheep who'd humiliated them. Envy couldn't stand being humiliated.

"You wasted- ugh- all that effort on me? I'm flattered," they spat, trying to stand tall, and look completely unshaken, as though they hadn't just been thrown like a ragdoll by a newborn. " S-still, you'll pay for that. I'll make sure of it." They forced a cackle but didn't move any closer, remaining a safe distance away in case the sheep decided to charge again. They kept their back to the pillar, almost hoping that it could do their work for them.


"speak."

@Peggy

She cuts through the air, her round, thick body more like a wrecking ball than a bullet. A BAAA leaves her lips, it was probably supposed to be a sort of war cry. You know, just don’t think too much of it. I promise, the moment was very empowering. Peggy is one perilous sheep. Who also is only able to grow salads but YAY for low carbs, right? Our valiant little sheep Daenerys didn’t quite expect what happened next. Blazing red, pink eye squeezing shut as she felt the impact ripple through her skull, vibrate into the topaz fang within her mouth. It seemed that the gem would break through her eye socket. For just a split second, she believe it. You know nothing Peggy Snow. Hooves drags against the ground, screech impregnating the air as her feet BURN and she tumbles onto the hard floor. Her body feels electrified. And as Peggy stands, she finds the cause of her rage sliding down as stony pillar. Seeming like a broken ragdoll rather than a bully. “Serves ye right. Jelly boned thumb suckin' crud... bucket.” She whispers beneath her breath, running out of air before the last word. Chest heaving slightly. A snarl still paints her face, and she stands defiant on her slightly wobbly legs. Her head is still made of stars, spinning like a million gowns in a ballroom. Her nose twitched in disgust as it seemed to spit out something. Hopefully it was a tooth. That would serve them right. “Someone had t' teach ye a lesson. Flatter yourself all ye wants. Ye're still jus' a pig faced booty scratchin' scurvy baboon.” They threw empty threats. Probably the impact going to their head. Peggy’s nostrils flared, lips tightening. No, she was not going to fear this tiny pathetic SLIME! “Prove it!” Sass sass sass.

@Envy

Envy watched the sheep with disdain bubbling in their lilac gaze, but as they saw the way that she tumbled to the ground, panting, they felt an effortless grin crawl across their face. They choked out a cackle, hoarse and nasty, and entwined their paws together. "Was it even worth it? Looks to me like you're worse off than I am, you fluff-brained, milk-drinking oaf!" they shot back, outwardly amused but bristling at the sheep's insults, although this time, they kept at a safe distance back against the pillar.

"oh yeah? Well, I think you should be taught a lesson! Have you ever heard of respecting your elders?" Envy puffed out self-importantly, baring sharp little teeth as they sucked in their breath ready to counter the next volley of insults. "Oh, whatever, kid. Why don't you go practice on a wolf or something? I'm sure that'd be a lot more entertaining. For me." They examined the back of a paw, smirking slightly at the thought of them offing themselves over something so silly.

Their gaze snapped upwards, however, as the sheep demanded that they prove it. The weasel was torn in that moment between a desire to rise to the challenge and protect their fragile ego, and one to shy away and bolt before things got nasty. They narrowed their eyes, examining them judgementally, and sniffed. "Hmph. You're just a baby. Even I wouldn't stoop that low. Besides, it'd be wasted on you anyway. You'd never be able to appreciate the effort and intricacies that go into my magic."

"speak."

@Peggy