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.

Fire.

Lashing tongues adorned in hues warm, inviting even as heat tepid at distance seared in close range, destruction cast in all consuming beauty. Contradiction within itself, sizzling and both led flesh, consumed and yet closed, healer with a cruel touch. Base his own knowledge, afar witnessed how it crackled and spat dwindling sparks, fed with a jovial cheer, always distant and never permitted to enjoy the warmth.

Minor the intrigue with which half lidded vision trailed repeated action, protest as earth clung and struggled drawing attention, if only for a moment. Beneath paws hidden visage, sleep sought here where edges gave way, wilderness open and untamed, teeming with life new and raucous with the disturbance of alabaster reptile. Short such time he may linger undisturbed, unwatched the gathering vortex centered about masked countenance, a looming darkness split with forking tongue, ivory alike the one who called it forth from roiling belly.

Harsh clap, the sputtering beginning out done by sudden rush, thunderous boom behind following. Illusion of rest discarded as call arose after all had settled, startled and thus clumsy his own approach. Further deepened his confusion, though overlaid it with growing interest as watched the growing flames fed by turns plucked as though they were but twigs, mild pleasure wound about chuff slipping past dark lips. Too close he crept, extending forth a limb until heat grew unbearable, unpermitted further exploration. Heavy the sigh he voiced as he settled finally, to caller turning for brief moment, yet back eye drawn in time.

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