All good things come to an end eventually.

It was a glorious end, Argus saw it as a honor to befall her first true home of the isles. This place deserved rot, deserved it's own ruin: who better to befall that then the very enemies it had created? than the monster's it had made? Argus' form was an eclipse of the sun: the shade coveted the isle as she swooped closer, blinding white form so dissimilar to their father- the protector of the isles was gone and in it's wake the monster's crept from underground. Delicious.

The Elysium, the Tanglewood, and finally the Typhoon. all will fall to the wake of their hunger, their drive. The dragon's gnarled form landed upon the temple with a crash, and the once clear skies had started to darken with the promise of a storm. Argus let out an earth shattering roar, an echo of the lava dragon under the kingpin's control. She was free- she done this freely and would enjoy the scorch marks along the earth of this place.

"oh, think of the children, won't you Roux?" The dragon muttered from atop the temple, their voice of wolfish delight. Ten eyes swirled between little character's. Finally settling on @ROXANNE R. with a grin. "Think of them won't you, fellow quartermaster?" With a crooked grin the painted white dragon launched themselves down towards the other. Thunder racing across their form condensing inside their mouth as a plasma breath. Aiming, even in a failed attempt to strike them, the ricocheting static should be enough to cause a mild stun. At worse, complete paralysis, for quite a while.

Another bellowing laugh broke from the dragon as they prowled closer to the hopefully downed quartermaster. THe sound of it sending a wave of mental attack to those weak to it. submit, and you may life till tomarrow, lay down your thoughts of fight and you're family may survive us

// Aiming huge lightening attack towards Roxxane, and smaller scale mental attack towards the few children still on the battlefield.

pain, anger, wraith. Such acts drew the espionage out of hiding on the island, ten void-pitch eyes watching as the kingpin had his way with the trespasser. The Pitt was.. a bargaining chip of sorts, there was a shift of power there: an usuper that the condemned was allying with, that Argus found distasteful. Greed was distasteful to the beast, but such an open wave of power from the lion, from their kingpin and the grin obscured from the unmasked dragon as she sunk into the presence of others was excited, looking towards their newest with rumble. "didn't that shiftier make note of an ice dragon in the pitt?"

There was an idle thought, the Pitt held quite a few powerhouses that she remembered. An ice dragon, and now a lava one- even if this one was now under their control: what else did the place hide? "what an interesting place it would seem." The dragon muttered towards itself, fuzzy tail swirling in the air as it watched the other dragon. "such anger too... hmm, i would recommend you keep it away from the camp, kingpin" the lava wasn't the issue as much as the sense of it getting out of control. Argus wouldn't hesitate to strike it down, but at a cost to the repairs the espionage has made at the camp...

Peace, was such a vague concept. Quiet mornings with the sun rising in the distance, the warmth of it radiating off of their scales, the sound of the water's edge, washing against the tide of the ocean. Argus craved peace once. Found peace, cherished it even. There were times for peace and times for war. When the static in their heads was nothing more than noise to the screams and shrills of battle cries. Argus was a two sided coin, as any other animal, creature: they craved peace and war in equal measure, craved the ability to unleash their buildup of power before it crested into something uncontrollable.

They were made for war, built from an early age with scars marring their pelt, now they hung around their form like the trophies they were meant to be: flashed like beacons of a warning sign: I have won, beyond what life had demanded me to cower. Argus wanted to roar into the swamp that night that the Coalition had taken the Tanglewood. Yet there were promises to be made, kept. Argus had told their kingpin that they would ruin the Tanglewood. That the bunkers would be scant but ruin, and Argus planned to do just that.

Their blood, their loyalty demanded nothing less.

It was a shame, that a distraction would crest over the horizon that day.

The cry of aururm's voice called to them, the very sense of awareness they felt a stirring. Something woke up, at the edges of their mind, and it was known as a different name, but here it bore the mask of Argus with a grin. Crooked fangs gleaming white, war cresting against the horizon. Argus shook their own half burned frame, ten glittering eyes watching the small lion shift, morph into the barest tinge of a challenge for them. A shutter, excitement rutted through their scaled form, monstrous and grotesque, they rose to their full height and let loose a roar of challenge.

War was another beast entirely, it called for blood it demanded a sacrifice. Innocence for power, Trust and loyalty for awareness. Blood for blood, so long as the rule of beasts reign there would always be a demand for blood. For the ruin and havoc. Argus was born to war, eons ago. When this island lay undiscovered to them beyond the great span of the sea, the very place they had hailed from was nothing but ruin now.

In the night Argus rose like a ghost to the challenge. Argus was battle weary, tired in ways that could not be explained when something else took hold. In the center of their chest bore a mark of shadow ink void. A crater within flesh where a hole punched through them entirely.

Like a tide, a wave descending of furywraithinsanity they lunged for the throat of of @aurum. within their sights as their translucent fangs aimed to lock around. With the force Argus aimed to rip the other down onto the ground. Wings to grasp at the ground to keep both of them locked in the trance, while their claws came to rend at the expense of the rest of their throat.

Any contact made down on the wyrm had the beast's body natural response as Argus' mind sent forth a torrent of fury. A shirking siren call of static loud and potent enough akin to a dog whistle. Let it linger in the mind until the battle was over, till they were still under their claws and their mind was truly and fully dead.

Argus heard more the younger cipher than Atbash, the annoyance malice dripping from her tone called to Argus like no other. The story of such a vivid reaction called like nothing else, Argus was nothing else if interested, but the sight alone- the familiar sight of atbash, caught them before anything else.

Argus knew this prisoner. Snowbound was a long distant memory. It had faded to obscurity long ago, and it appears the cipher leader wouldn't be dead, but rather here, Argus wondered for how long. "Oh, what an interesting reunion, this is. Two ex leader's taken prisoner before the might of our clan" Argus' voice was teetering on the edge of laughter. Their voice rang with the amusement as ten swirling eyes looked down, the masked head cocked slightly as they watched, leaning ever so slightly closer.

"Caesar has been busy, or should we blame you for the fall of your other brother, dear Atbash?" Argus crooned, their voice taking an edge of malice as they watched the other, their struggles vain, but the brief moment of amusement was there, ever presently riding the high of it before they faded back to apathy. After all, what was another prisoner? Snowbound was gone, The tanglewood was crumbling, all of the typhoon's greatest allies were succumbing to them sooner or later, they would have goldenluxury here too.

Black wept from the porcelain mirage of scales. Blood slicked the hit taken, as Argus reared back when eternalknight had stricken them. Sticking to them like an unruly leach. Argus felt nothing but the ephoria, already their throat was covered in a multitude of scars that ran deeper than any hope a tom could make. Argus didn't pay mind to the one latched to them- couldn't rather. Even at such an angle there wasn't much that they could do to lodge them off. Scales proved slippery, but the damage along their throat was too shallow to be anything dangerous considering their sheer size.

Instead, Argus just grinned. "You are not worth the effort of calling this a fight." Argus growled out, grinning as their own body gave in to it's natural response to the close proximity. Their mind blazed to life, fraying and mad, vicious with the smell of blood- even their own as it aimed to make @ETERNALKNIGHT. forget how to breathe consciously. Enough of a stun even for a moment until instincts overrode Argus' mental attack, but they only needed an opening.

With the mental link already made, Argus used the same power to drag up all the horrors of eternalknight's own fears, bringing them to the forefront of his mind. Make him remember If he still managed to cling to her scales, Argus would rise to her full height, and aim shake him off, turning to watch him fall to the floor at such a high drop of four feet.

The call of a meeting, and the dragon was there. White glitted scales painted in various coloration's, the usually docile beast seemed a touch... off as the nights started to grow colder, closer towards the hallowed moon. Ten eyes watched as other's gathered with a silence. The white large form not trying to hide themselves, but not outwardly trying to make large rooms of attention.

"the first steps of many, hm?" There seemed an edge to their usual hoarse voice, curled around on the edge's of their throat. Crooked fangs spread into a mockery of a smile: more menacing as they peered down towards the Cipher sibling. Such a high note towards him for gaining the leadership of such a clan, but oh, how weak they have withered into under his leadership. " A small one, but a step none-the less" Argus murmured, looking down towards Vin without mercy.

"I will enjoy burning the remnants of you're bunkers, vinagrete. There won't be a crown by the time we're done, hm?" Dark red in a sea of back flickered around the edge's of the camp, seeing curious, battle hungry ones and smiling, grinning encouragingly at their own victory here, the victory they would have.

soon, ah. just what the doctor called for.

The approach of Caesar was seen, and Argus felt a wiry flicker of amusement at the demon's presence, the other wanderer seemed to feel the same, if not for the flicker of annoyance. The dragon simply leaned back, and let the banter run until they found the perfect cut in.

"charred? Well, Caesar why didn't you say so, hmm" The dragon was amused, even their tone said as such, yet there was still the threat in their words. And the sudden opening of their crooked fanged maw, a spark here or there, electricity was such a great start to a fire, and Caesar would make great kindling, would he not?