It was a creature comfort- the past. It was one of the few that argus allowed themself to find comfort in. These hand-me-down memories of different versions of them self. Reminders of who they are- who they cannot be. It was- confusing to some- but argus was created by these memories. Created by the actions of the what their other’s have done wrong. It was hard to abandon it- no they would loose them self if they even tried to forget the past. In it was the seed of their control- the essense of who they were. everyone was created b their history- but maybe argus took a little too far.

(but at least, in the past- it was easy to see where they were going.)

The future was harder to look at, because it was a blank space- where argus’ conscious was left to conjure up whatever nightmares and hopes it desired. Truth be told- argus did not have a future- so much as they had a past. Something to guard- something to lock away from the rest of the world. The future for them was not bright- but it was grim, because the past was just so.

Names were a way to decide who they would be for argus. From whisper: who became nothing more but a shadow bearly heard of in the past- to Obscuro: darker and darker- turning darker- staining other’s with the same ferocious savagery. Zacktov: an evolved form of every fear they had- everything they hated comming to face in their own reflection -  to Argus.

When Argus chose their new name, it was after a very iconic event. Learning that- revenge is not a path- shouldn’t be a path that they take. Argus’ name was passed down from a tale of a monster with a thousand eyes. Millions of perspective’s of both monster and animal, of beast and hero- Argus was a gatekeeper to something never meant to see the light of day. And their name was a part of it. The entirety of it.

Because to keep from becoming Whisper forgotten:Obscuro broken: Zacktov feared they had to learn from it.

But looking up- looking at the future was a part of it too.

(the future was harder to see- harder to tell, and that frightened them.)

Why did they come to the typhoon? If they wanted a new start- a name change was all that was necessary- no they wanted to belong. They wanted a place to call thier own without drowning in the past- but the past is all that they have looked to recently. The past and their own fears. It’s their fault really- but something unconsiously done is hard to stop.

The typhoon is familiar to all of these key parts of who they used to be. Blended perfectly together in a newer setting. It was a fitting place for the gatekeeper- the water the-

Well, for argus.

It was sun rise, the sun setting beautiful reds over the oceon in a familiar shade that would make any veteran  weary. New days meant more mistakes, meant more loss, but Argus had felt the stirring of some intangible- positive emotion flutter into their chest at the sight. The small name argus had taken before it set into the sky was because of the small ache in their bones from the day prior.

It was only now that the reason was clear, if by the different portions of their form now. Everything seemed slightly... bigger. their perception seemed not only sharper- but multiplied. They shifted in the sands. Grains shifting from their form as they moved. Two pairs of wings, and a colder feeling body tempreture...

“hmm” Maybe there was a reward for looking up.

Afterall, one does not become a fucking dragon out of no-where, do they?

Well, actually...

there seem to be some set backs

//and so- argus is a baby dragon
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