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Coalition of the Condemned / Re: don't tell me your woes × settling in/m&g
« on: December 14, 2020, 03:43:07 PM »

the scent of fermentation, even that carefully bottled wasn't one that the dragon thought it would catch back at home, on the isle there were plenty of collections, ranging from bones to carefully selected burned things. The dragon's own hoard was a literal treasure trove of memories, stories told and carved along bones buried under sand and dirt alike in multiple places. It was a habit that they never bothered to stop, still there was the insurance that even dead someone would find them.

The espionage followed along the scent, closer to camp or on the edge of it. The unmasked dragon showed a crooked maw looking down the small den, five pairs of eyes watching the interaction carefully as they made their own interjection. "Morbidkit, an interesting name" The dragon spoke, their voice soft in comparison to the rasp it usually was. "I like your collection. It's so very strange." The dragon complemented, pulling from the conversation physically to settle their large frame, draping amungst the roots and upturned burned earth.
"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 Typhoon / Re: see you at the bottom - [COTC RAID + TAKEOVER]
« on: December 03, 2020, 06:38:14 PM »
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.
"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: dilemma - [MANDATORY MEETING]
« on: December 02, 2020, 07:21:57 PM »

The dragon stepped closer towards the meeting place, this wound;t e the first meeting that Argus had attended, far from it. Yet there was no doubt about the news - the whispers spreading around camp. Everyone was getting ready for their true purpose, while tangle wood had been such a wonderful distraction, Argus' set sights on a bigger goal, and the dragon felt a thrum at the reminder of the last meeting. Such a lovely gift of the old leader of the swamp lands had been, to welcome raid even more so a delight. Was this the announcement? Was it time for the dragon to finally allow the torrent of their fury on the isles?
"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: FIRE DANCED IN MY EYES ; trespasser
« on: December 02, 2020, 07:18:35 PM »

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...
"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 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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