It's easy to find a child, alone on the border of the pitt scouting. Argus has always lived within the borders of the Pitt, the desert was their home before the pitt ever was, before the typhoon could ever tempt them away. The desert they were born to, molded to, died to. The visage of the youth along the sands was like almost entering the burrow of a fox and calling invitation. There was no way for them to ignore it. No way for them to let it lie.

Even if it killed them a little, capturing a child that would essentally be put to slaughter. In the pitt there was no thing as mercy. in argus there would always bee that shard of weakness for children, they were once a mother, a sire. It is hard to forget, hard to not see willow in the small frame's trembling form, dangleing between their jaws like a pup to it's mother, if not for the scruffs on them.

Both of them were sand tousled, the earth mingling in their fur's as Argus had managed to catch the kid unaware, forearm smashing down into the sands, kicking it up, a low growl in their throat as the other darted. Black blood dotted the sands somewhere, but the wound was hidden by fur on the dragon's tail. They had used the distraction to use a winged joint to catch them, grasp them and pin them deep into the sand before grabbing them by the throat. Lifting them off, carrying the small such a little thing compared to them inside the border, closer to camp and closer still towards the center of where prisoner's were usually kept.

but first, a parah, if nothing else. a show to the other's that this typhooner was theirs. Argus waited for a small crowd to surround them, clanmates chomping at the bit to see the new slave put up into the trade. Maybe a hint of violence from the dragon finally catching interest after so long sitting just out of the borders. Argus did not care, they created a circle to entrap the two in, show ikaia that there was no escape.

"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]Do you know who i am?[/glow]" Argus' voice was in lower growling pitch, their throat a constant hum akin to the clicking of a gator; a warning as they encircled Ikaia like a snake. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]Do you know what you are now, here?[/glow]"

Argus would never want to hurt a child, it is true. Never wanted to enslave one either, but these were times where argus would do what they pleased, they wanted to captured a Typhooner, they wanted to make a message out of it: a demonstration. Who were they to look a gift in the mouth? THe Traitor wasn't picky, though they should be when this is the rewards they reap without it. A child -  frail and weak and innocent. Argus has broken many people, but argus had never taken to killing a child well.

"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]You are mine[/glow]" Argus response was meant as a double edged sword, they knew - they were terrifying. A loner mostly only barely associated within the Pitt because they circled the territory like a vulture. They crossed it without merit, without reason. It was easier to call them one of their own than it ever would be to capture the beast. No one dare try to stop them near the border, and Goldie had considered it treasonous just for living so close here. For seeking comfort in the landscape : The traitor would make sure the sentiment was the same. The words were to inspire possessiveness, but argus felt none; just another tool for them. A message, this child would carry argus' personal war with a clan once their home. They could at least instill the pittances - the rest of them do not harm this kid, even if the only way was by carving their own sins across it's form.

"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]A scout.[/glow]" Argus croons, continuing to circle, in strategy to keep the other's back ; making a show. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]You wouldn't mind being a messenger for me, now would you?[/glow]" Argus asks, their voice low toned. Even from the viewpoint they can see redvox watching them, words spilling from the mutants mouth falling on deaf ears. Argus had little care for opinion. Argus had little care for any of it, this was just a show, a dance. It was easy to play a role everyone saw fit to put them in : Monster, beast, pittian, slaver.

"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]You're leader thinks i have mercy.[/glow]" the sentence is punctuated as they get closer, disingaging from the crowd's border and instead moving to ensnare the innocent slave again.  "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]Honor.[/glow]" Argus makes a sudden move, front leg darting, their aim to smash the child down, drag them through the sands and closer towards them if they are successful. Argus would circle them; their elongated form coiling like a serpent, tail curling around but making it easy to see. Argus drew breath; inhaled their own hesitance and exhaled their lack of doubt. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]You can correct her, hmm?[/glow]"

Argus was a beacon of light, their scales that of pure snow, even sand tusseled argus was graceful, intimidating in a form they were still finding themselves in. In a body that was only meant to be seen on the outskirts of war- argus abandoned their own principals. They had no morals, no pride, they had little beside the stories they could weave. They could acclaim to come from ruins bathed in blood, from an isle surrounded by a river, from a home errupting with manga, and all would be true. To live more than one life could be seen as a gift, but with each life the sins tallied against them; the deaths took their tolls, the dead named somewhere deep inside their head stuck on repeat, like a static that never fades.

Their names all but forgotten, save for the one they call themselves now.

Argus noted the apprach of another pittian, gael: a fox they knew little of beside the asociation - the mere presence of marked them as a pittian. Neutral if argus could detect from the lack of aprehention, or glee at seeing the specticale. Ten eyes kept focus on their capture. wine colored eyes  taking in the sielnt frame of their capture; small, a child.

In innocent turned messenger, but what kind of message did argus want to give?

IKAIA was found near the borders, near argus' home as a 'scout', looking in in a place they knew nothing about. Argus could care less, about scouts - could care less about most things beside their ex home. It was the reason they were here - to watch. Grow learn, tell stories from what argus can tell will be the loosing side to an all out war. This scout should be blinded, or at least marked, a reminder if nothing else.

Argus' thoughts churn with ideas, brazenly looking out to the crowd, growing smaller by the moment, pittians speaking out about it all, argus uses her front legs to hold IKAIA still, a winged joint coming down to start the marking. Their face zeroed for expressions of pain, for watching the other attempt to twist out of the way - and straiten the cuts. Argus begins to carve 8 large lines into the child's face. Two down the center, two more above the eyes, two beside that, and the last two under the eyes. There was a grin as they did it, that looked more of a grimace at a closer look as argus worked. As they released IKAIA , their work done ; the results could be seen - a resembelence between the two.

A mark - their own mark etched onto a child's face. Cuts deep enough to make the outline clear. WHere they cut was a set of eyes on argus' own mask "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]you're one of the first, to carry this mark[/glow]" Argus cuts in, letting go and dropping IKAIA to the ground when their work was done. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]but you won't be the last, don't worry about that [/glow]"