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Tanglewood / Re: MY NIGHTMARES WILL HAVE NIGHTMARES ☆ REVOLT
« on: November 11, 2020, 12:11:56 AM »
With every monster there was someone to slay it, but in war the monster was nothing but an opponent: even here Argus knew this. In comparison to their first battle where Argus was surrounded by all sides, taken prisoner… It felt glorious, for once to be of the size, the stance to fight back. To destroy their enemy, to feel nothing but glee and the strain of such muscles from a long hard fight. Even outnumbered Argus felt weightless, graceful as in their element of war.

The fight had just started, clear cut across the battle Argus was a rallying point. With Aurum’s spins along the throat and tail end of his form Argus knew there was very little Argus could battle against. They were a physical creature, this form had once only been used to overwhelm, to destroy and overpower; But here Argus admitted to facing a bigger opponent, who shifted as easy as breathing. It was to aurum only a body of war, to where for argus their’s has become something of a lifeline. It bore their bones and blood and Argus like many shifters grew more acostomed to it as breathing.

Argus didn’t wear this body as a skin so much as they had become it, but down to their core they would always be a wolf, and wolves were relentless.

The mask on argus’ features covered the natural defense against the spines. The taste of blood in their mouth was a victory. The taste of the angel was sweet on their tongue. The other’s mind was delicious, even unconscious they could see it. a sea of static, without thought or mercy: in another circumstance, they could’ve been friends, there could’ve been companionship.

But here there was only battle, and the other’s challenging words didn’t deter them, the pale white dragon remained silent, but the edge’s of their mask revealed crooked, gleaming teeth of a smile Caged tongue slipping between to lick a smear of blood on their porcelain white mask.

They reared back, pushing out of the sight of the sweeping tail and instead catching the lunge from the angle. The Shinigami’s clawed hands came down from the rear to push Arurum’s face down into the dirt. Grinding his face into the mud of his bog-like home.

You will make a good challenge” Their voice was solemn, but in the cries of battle Argus’ voice was a roar. From their vantage clawed wings went to claw down the sides they could reach, in aim for the eyes that littered on the sides of this form. Make him feel the pain, even at the risk of the spines that crept at the edge’s of their wings from the brush with spines. Argus’ own Adrenalin making the stings fell all but nothing in the midst of battle.

@aurum.
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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Tanglewood / Re: MY NIGHTMARES WILL HAVE NIGHTMARES ☆ REVOLT
« on: November 07, 2020, 11:19:53 AM »
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.
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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Tanglewood / Re: say my name - [TAKEOVER RAID]
« on: November 05, 2020, 12:12:11 AM »

War, held such promise. A victory on the horizon of their presence alone. Around them a battle waged, and as the small feline fell to the earth, the sound of an arrow hitting true. Scant inches of their eye, Argus heard the fine picked bolt lodge into their mask, fell to recoil away from it as if their eye were the one hit.

Its promise whispered at the edge of their attention, and Argus felt an emotion tumble out of them, looking down where the albino tom lay, his voice was shaken and words clearly meant for another. Argus felt their mind blank, static their only inner voice as they raised a talon hand. Wing's extending to touch the ground and lift them higher up. Argus moved to grasp her prisoner @ETERNALKNIGHT. with one claw, and with the propelling of their back legs- leap out and grasp @S. PENDRAGON with the other.

Argus let out a snarl at the sight of the battle, voiceless for once on the edge of battle.

Her mask was already cracked, crumbling enough to see the gruesome maw that hid behind it. Curling down savagely. Argus aimed to fling both of their prisoner's to the ground harsly. Such a force enough to stun, if not put them out of the fight entirely.
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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Coalition of the Condemned / Re: TWIN PINES // prisoner
« on: November 04, 2020, 10:05:09 PM »

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.
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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Magic, power was captivating. It held Argus' tongue against the tide, the torrent of a great deal. To be bound by that power, to command it was something Argus had always respected. Respect such as their's was a dangerous thing. Given freely but taken back just as quick, rapid and torn. Argus rarely played a game of absolutes anymore, knowing no true side but their own. power was easy, but it was control that demanded argus' attention, and the dragon felt the stirrings of their attention snap away as vey spoke. A coup, against the Pitt. Argus felt little for the place, truly. Politics, less so.

The conversation was a bore, but the promise of a fight was oh so alluring. Argus craved the taste of it, and the promise of an equally dangerous opponent, another dragon caught their ears. A fuzzy ear twitched in attention at the edge's of their tone. "An ice dragon, you say?" Argus' voice was disinterested at best, the years of careful play in those words, those sea-pitch shifting towards the Kingpin before their counterpart. Ninazu "Never been a fan of the political side of things," Argus confessed, their large form shifting towards the stranger, Vale.

There was a moment of deliberation by the shuffle of great leathery wings, Argus shifted again. Looking towards Vale, "So eager for a role to lead," Argus rumbled, their voice a boom like quite thunder "Do you truly know what you want? What you ask of us?" The espionage knew what they wanted, war. The typhoon in ruins, crumbling ash beneath their clawed talons. Argus felt the call of it now, looking at the rot, the decay they found in Vale.

Argus liked the promise they saw in the other's aura, where their home was of quiet malice, Vale's was on clear display. Their large tail came to curl around the lioness, despite the fire they would find there,a quiet wait maybe as Argus leaned ever forward. A warning, threat all in one. The kingpin was not their keeper, even if he led them. Did lot lead Argus. "We are not mercenaries for hire" Argus' voice took the same low growl, but this was filled with promise. "It would be a great favor you owe us,"
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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Tanglewood / Re: say my name - [TAKEOVER RAID]
« on: October 30, 2020, 02:01:54 PM »

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.
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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Coalition of the Condemned / Re: kamikaze - [ESPIONAGE MEETING]
« on: October 30, 2020, 01:47:28 PM »

Argus it would seem would be the first to move after the kingpin, dark eyes in a sea of pitch scrutinizing the chosen meeting place rather than watch their step. Though narrow the path Argus managed. Gripping along the edges of the side and keeping their wings pinned to the side.

Argus' mind was already clouded, what little attention could be paid gave a low hum as they followed the leader down, deeper. Chaz' was the healer, and simply put healing wasn't a road that Argus found well enough to put to use beyond a dire need. They had learned, long ago, but the times changed, medicine evolved, and the isle was still flourishing with all the wrong herbs for a medic born of sand. It was what brought them here, in the secret den where meetings would be held. Their large form at the back wall, even though the spacious room under the carve of waterfall.

Argus remained silent instead, watching for their own charge Ezrakel and Stryker both to speak. The dragon watching both behind a masked glance.
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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Coalition of the Condemned / Re: this is my design - [MANDATORY MEETING]
« on: October 30, 2020, 12:39:28 AM »

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.
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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Tanglewood / Re: say my name - [TAKEOVER RAID]
« on: October 30, 2020, 12:28:07 AM »

Maybe it was a touch overkill, to bring a dragon into the raid, but Argus had spent years with the crave of violence on the tip of their tongue, the edge's of their mind unfraying with the teeter tension of -want. Argus' current form was one born for violence, and meditation curbed that need, hunting along the coasts for large orca's that were too dangerous- too lethal yet such fun Meant little to curb it, so when Stryker made the announcements, Argus was ready, born ready.

ruin them.

"Oh, with glee" the dragon's voice was a purr to the normal hoarse tone, and as their huge, form slipped along their leader, they made no move to hide, but at the command such a beast rose to their full height. Wings expanding into large enough to block out the sun of the one's closer by, with a loud roar, Argus set to the delight of war. What raid would ever be complete without non-compliance?

And oh, such a delightful little prey they came, stumbling closer towards them, Argus had eyes on the battlefield, watching with delight, waiting for the right prize to deign their own destruction from the ten eyed masked dragon.
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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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?
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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Biographies / Re: static bones . argus' bio . STILL A WIP
« on: October 26, 2020, 01:47:05 AM »
powers

mental manipulation : Mental manipulation, the ability to wipe memories and taper with them, as well as send mental attacks. Argus' considers this power multi-faceted. They are careful with touch, as even unconscious this power is completely activated; when they touch another they will get sent a mental attack.

shapeshifting : Argus had once belonged to a wolf body, but her main form is now a dragon. The ability to shape shift is still there, but within their home clan they refuse to shift to any other form.

mental bond  with my other subaccount @HEBI .

electrical elemental : The ability to coat their form with electrical discharge works as a defensive, Argus has used this at times to slowly build storms in the sky and can strike lightening to the ground with, though this takes heavy strain and is less seen in combat. In combat, this is used purely as a stun ability, or cause fires against dead flammable things when struck.

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Coalition of the Condemned / Re: calm before the storm;; open - joining
« on: October 26, 2020, 01:41:17 AM »

Oh, a lost child, how common the site were it. If Argus had been the first to spot them, there would've have been such a different situation here: they knew. The itch of their own powers was constant stream of static, and young minds so malleable They looked so lost, so broken. A quick gentle wipe of their sorrow would've been so easily, and they only held in that impulse as they apprached.

The large dragon stepped outside the little cover that could hide such a beast, ten red eyes staring down at the vintage. Ninazu and Caesar both before the child. A gentle hymn that sounded more akin to a growl from them. "The night's are getting colder, and they pose no threat" Argus' voice was just as hoarse, as they looked more towards the lioness than the wanderer, both the known and the stranger. "Perhaps we should post-pone this until we get somewhere... warmer?"

Argus preferred the thought- the implications it gave of them, that they were soft: kind, in comparison to the ruthless brimming power and discontent they felt and hid well under their scales. The implications that the child had swam to the island... or may-hap they were a native and simply lost their way from the hidden path... quite curious. Either way, a comfortable setting would allow a much looser tongue, would it not?
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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the ability to shed fur, shift bones as easy as breathing: Shape shifting was never just as easy, as blase as the blood that dribbled down vir skin and into the sands. It caused discomfort from the dragon, to see one flex such an ability so easily, to see such mastery over a power many rarely used outside of the sense of shifting forms.

"Hopefully, this one proves to be interesting, hm? They got to be to catch your attention" The dragon shivers into existence from the tree's her large form crowding over the entire group, ten eyes narrowed down at the strange possession that clung to Ninazu's other form. Wings, blood, horns scattered without care. Fur shed with each itch, they hummed, their own claws itching to sink into the sands and bury any tell of their own thoughts.

The smell of rot, the shiver of pure chaos that seemed to linger over vir form like a shawl, Argus felt it more than they saw it, a pair of eyes looking elsewhere- just shy of vir eyes to the cloak of their spirit that bubbled and frothed just above the fur. "Reciprocating, I can see what could've caught The dear kingpin as well- where are you from, hm?"
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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Coalition of the Condemned / Re: COTC'S MONSTER MASH BASH EVENT!
« on: October 20, 2020, 12:30:59 PM »
REWARD TRACKING
POSTS MADE:
-https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=18855.0 ; fireside horror stories!


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Coalition of the Condemned / Open Begging to bleed . Fireside horror stories
« on: October 20, 2020, 12:28:24 PM »
On the edges of the full hunter's moon, the clouds swirl ominously. Argus was on the cusp of camp during the dusk-lit hours, Small torches shadowing against the pale bleach scale and fur of the beast that claimed home here. Argus felt restless in ways that were hard to describe to any mere mortal. The mask along their face painted in dripping black and vibrant-almost blood reds. Along their form the sound of shifting earth could be heard. Front talons digging into the earth at the edge of the ruined camp, Argus would pull the rooted halved tree's that still lingered inside the camp. Dragging them into the fresh pit Argus had created.

It was with the rumble of thunder, that Argus would be truly noticed. Cloudy, but without a hunt of rain... a typhoon on the cuts of the border, and Argus' careful calling brought it closer, over the camp with a strain even to their great powers. But it would only be revealed within the next second, as a strike of lightening struck the earth along the ground- lighting the dried, dead log under their feet into a careful swell of fire that Argus set to cultivate.

"Gather, wanderers of the Condemned, the damned. Tonight i wish to befall you all a tale of great and horror."Argus' voice echoed after the crack of the thunder, a huge boom that the dragon's voice rose afterwards, ringing into the heads of everyone in range of the thunder.
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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