there was a part of Argus that sat up, in attention to the tone in Summer's voice. it called in a voice that drifted under her scales, a tension of fiber strung- coiled ready to snap in overexersion from living so close to the place she had been ruined by. It lived in silence under the damned mother's skin, it coiled tight and cooed sweetly into the night as argus huddled along the beach wtihout shade, without a home. Looking off to a sea that was unforgiving and merciless.

It sat up, and hissed weakness into Argus' spine, it dogged her vision, a narrow lilt onto the pair as she glanced ath the pair of them. Ten eyes scrutinizing towards the pair that had seemed to wash up towards the clan. It seemed the most obvious and common for joiners: wash up her seeking a home, and a home they would be provided here- if they so wished it. If not, then it was their prison.

"[glow=grey,2,300]you are right, in that very few know of this island's existence [/glow]" Argus' voice was coy as she came to land along the beach. Ivory bone claws digging into the sand with practiced ease. Landing without little kick up. her large form loomed over the pair, and at the right angle she draped her own shadow over the pair. She coked her head, her elongated neck showing a unnerving feature of her.

"[glow=grey,2,300]you are lucky to be caught by the island's tides, otherwise there wouldn't be much to catch you, for a long... while[/glow]" She made a fleeting gesture towards the sea- the lack of isles beyond the typhoon and the main island only covered a corner of the Condemned's borders. The rest? was an open sea, a sea no one had in record returned from to Argus' knowledge, and her mind sprawled farther back than the discovery of the island herself.

"[glow=grey,2,300]Westley , was it?[/glow]" the dragon hummed, the rough sound in her voice shaking through her frame with a rumble: the question sounded more like a challenge. "[glow=grey,2,300] you both are alright? Would you need the guru's help- a healer?[/glow]"

Caesar’s voice was scathing, a cut across the cool exteriror Argus were trying to show; and it cracked, dissolved into annoyance as her large tail took the time to lash against the sands behind the savanna. Kicking up sands around him and hopefully giving him a good cough, if nothing else. He has only grown more aggressive in the time that she used to know him. She had half a mind to bury him in sand then and there, and if it weren’t for the audience she might have.

No, but it was the audience that kept her attention. Ruby eyes staring down the pair with benign curiosity. Caesar had a tone; a way of speaking to push other’s out, but there was stupidity and then there was narcissism: for Caesar’s case it seemed to be a bit on the nose of both. It was hard to remember that they had both been a part of the typhoon, but it were clear they were exiled for two different reasons. “[glow=grey,2,300]We are open to those that are able to find the island, prove that they do not have nefarious reasons for joining.[/glow]” She offered, towards Westly.

"[glow=grey,2,300]It would be the only reason this one is even kept around.[/glow]” She didn’t geasture towards Caesar, but it was obvious who she were talking about. And the coy smirk under her masked features remained hidden from view- it was obvious how she felt about the jibe, nothing short of spiteful amusement. “[glow=grey,2,300]I’m Argus, I believe the kingpin named you what- spots?[/glow]” Argus hummed, at this looking down towards Caesar.

She didn’t given him a chance to respond- or if he did; she didn’t respond towards it, instead looking towards Summer and Westley both. “[glow=grey,2,300]You both are welcome here, there is always a want for more help.[/glow]”