"Brioche... witch... no...!" [Circe stumbled weakly to her feet and ran off. she seemed a bit plumper now...] [Mami Candleoro shrugged] "Ah well, She'll join us soon enough. Now, shall we, Kyouko Ophelia?" "Sounds good." [Madoka sighed, feeling genuinely sad for Circe. She was sure she wasn;t actually so bad, and she was in pain. So she decided to run off after her in concern. Homulizard squealed in protest at this] "I know Homura, but, she looked so sad! " [AMdoka responded, petting her] "I'm sure, maybe she just needs a hug! And maybe, once she feels better, if we ask nicely, she can turn you back to normal!" [Homulizard shook her head, doubtful.] [Kyouko Ophelia watched Madoka run off and sweatdropped, and looked at her horse] "I told you to take her to a safe place!" [the horse knickered, almost apologetically]
[meanwhile, Circe had collasped in sorrow and exhaustion, wheezing, her sclothes straining as her body was reverting back to the form it was before she made her wish to be thin and beautiful. As her gem darkened and throbbed, voices echoed in her head, the thin pretty girls who used to tease her mercilessly, calling her a pig. It wasn't her fault she was that size, it was glandular. her only comfort was more food, and animals who she had a touch with, and the legends form the mediterranean side of her family. ....]
Re: The continuation of Path 3
[Mami Candleoro shrugged] "Ah well, She'll join us soon enough. Now, shall we, Kyouko Ophelia?"
"Sounds good."
[Madoka sighed, feeling genuinely sad for Circe. She was sure she wasn;t actually so bad, and she was in pain. So she decided to run off after her in concern. Homulizard squealed in protest at this]
"I know Homura, but, she looked so sad! " [AMdoka responded, petting her] "I'm sure, maybe she just needs a hug! And maybe, once she feels better, if we ask nicely, she can turn you back to normal!"
[Homulizard shook her head, doubtful.]
[Kyouko Ophelia watched Madoka run off and sweatdropped, and looked at her horse] "I told you to take her to a safe place!"
[the horse knickered, almost apologetically]
[meanwhile, Circe had collasped in sorrow and exhaustion, wheezing, her sclothes straining as her body was reverting back to the form it was before she made her wish to be thin and beautiful. As her gem darkened and throbbed, voices echoed in her head, the thin pretty girls who used to tease her mercilessly, calling her a pig. It wasn't her fault she was that size, it was glandular. her only comfort was more food, and animals who she had a touch with, and the legends form the mediterranean side of her family. ....]