It could be years, months- eons of time and argus could still see each pivot in their own design. From a simple name change- a shift in their personality. They could talk and chatter about the way insanity clung to their pelt now like a second skin- a shadow that was persistent in every thought. they could confess what it was like to claw the life out of someone very dear to them, how killing their sister was just as easy as any lethal skirmish. A body was just a body- a brain was just a brain. they were, in all manner of speakings a monster, and if they were only that it would be so much easier.

when they were little, they were never taught the word. It was an insult that prisoners flung, as if petty wordplay would release them from calling a pup that. Argus hated the word for that purpose alone, a word that animal's caged and controlled used. A pathetic attempt at getting the last word in before they died. monster; aurgus never argued against them either. who were they to deny the final words of a dying animal?

It made killing easy- inexplicably easy for them. Put death in simple terms to a child and turned them into machines of war. Even now argus didn't flinch or recoil away from the stench of a body- the stench of death as people taken to calling it, too pretty a phrase for something horrid as a body defecating everywhere. They did not leave either, instead walking closer- trying to make sense of the odd physicality of it's shape. a mutation that looked similar to one of their clanmates. although the little orca-turned kitten hadn't been seen for a while much either.

Slowly, the sounds of sobbing could be heard, a spirit with a chain attached the the ground afraid of it's own body. It was a monster miss. the ghost echoed, a stutter on it's lips. To anyone who could see what happened, to anyone who could hear- the ghost was unused to being not seen, and reached out to them. But argus didn't pay any mind to the stabbing hunger. They used to be a scavenger- and if they were desperate enough they might've. But tonight wasn't that kind of night. maybe it was just because they uttered that word- monster that Argus walked away without speaking. following the tracks of their own ghost. Let the spirit turn hollow. Let it fester and argus would do nothing to help them. They wanted to see a monster? Wanted to dub one of argus' friends as such?

Except, argus did not feel satisfaction. The cold chill of the ghost passing through them, the louder sounds of the ghost crying- realizing. Just numbing, focused on their own agenda. after all, a monster was near, wasn't he?

Argus had their own reservations about kazumi, too similar to someone else to let ignorance lie- but too real to be a ghost. The hollow followed the blood trail, keeping silent more because it was their default setting than any means to sneak or kindness to sleeping ears. Argus had never hidden who they were too this clan, and the crew- their home had never asked for specifics. Like many it was easy to brush of as history. Too many too busy burying their own to notice another monster slipping into the ranks. the question was wither "kazumi" was hiding or not, wither he wanted to be recognized. confronted.

"So, you go by kazumi now then?" Argust kept their voice monotone, not board and droll like it was at the border when this ghost showed his face. While argus did not see recognition for who they were, they saw a flash of knowing. The nature of their spirit wasn't openly discussed either, but kazumi had seemed ready to out them at that moment too. They wondered slightly, what would happen. Would anyone bat an eye? "is that because you honestly forgot your name, or is this just another shed skin for you, ka-zu-mi?"

//heckin sorry it took so long to reply ^^"

Kazumi did not stayed by the body side for to long, founding the night still far to young to waste it to much standing in one place. So he moved forward, casually, uncaring about the world he even seemed to look while carrying that sly smirk that he was so well known for. Name change or not, there always seemed to be something that was impossible to rub of entierly. Some sort of recognition. Someone had seemed to found that sort of recognition in him, like most of the other case it seemed to be his eyes. A hard thing to hide because even if he had wanted to his eyes was that one thing he never could erase. It was a familliar face for him as well although he had no intention to reach out to her. For him it was more interesting to see what exactly she would do about it.

Tonight seemed to be the day knowing very well when he was followed, powers was not necessery when having a nose that could smell miles away. Kazumi just contunied to walk though, acting like he didn't know because it was more fun that way, to let himself get chased. But he did would let his follower catch up to him, slowing down to eventually get caught. Once the voice reached his ears the vampire would come to a stop, taking in her question with a light chuckle. " So ya finally decided to confront me." There was amusement inside of his voice and if that not answered at least one of her questions how much more obivious could he make it?.

Kazumi would turn himself around to face her, the victims blood covering the front of his muzzle. But he would use his tounge to lick it away, his arrogance of not caring being something new that had bloomed like weed inside of him. A vampire wa shis true nature and so a vampire he shall be. " What makes ya so sure this isn't the real me?. What if i told ya the one ya have meet up until now have been nothing more then a act to play and no longer found any use to contunie it?. " and all this time you believed it. That one comment he keept to himself. Taking steps closer towards the hollow would studie her closely, stoping only when they where some few paw steps away from each other. " Tell me what ya think, Argus?.[/i]" Not to mention Argus had changed her own names some couple of times, bodies even along with personality. Yes, he was trying to tell her a point but he was also genuine curious to hear what Argus would answer. He had always found her answers interesting, valuing them to hear. Kazumi could not come to deny the feeling he felt inside for seeing her now after all this time, in this world. Maybe, just maybe he wanted to be a bit cruel because of that.

Lately had felt alot to be like that. Ever since waking up after having been locked away for so long with that knife stucked inside of his chest to keep him in that unpleasant sleep, bedrayed by the most unexpected, memories that had haunted him through all of this time while sleeping thanks for that cursed knife. Waking up with this undying feeling inside that never seemed to go away. In someway he needed to release it.

//that's all fine!! ^^