Argus had been alive for too long to count, and in their life, they had outlived too many places. Living so long made life dull, pointless really; if not for the people - the animals that they connected to. CLans would sink and fall, people would fall and die along them, The family they held onto with tooth and claw, Luciferus becoming a father that they never had as a child, Pincher and his band of children something of a brother- his children her nieces and nephews. They never voiced it- not things like that were instinctual, something they didn't think needed to be said. How many had died until Lucifer came along to tell them they weren't the blame for Hecate's death? How many Children did they kill until Willow came to smile at her and call her mom? Too many, too many great horrible things Argus has done.

They were not good, no. They were raised in Sanguine Ruins, where prisoner's of war were no longer animals- just tools to further goals: prisoners for ransom, test subjects, amusement, venting, running away. Argus grew in a place so like the pitt that- coming here was only steps away from coming home. Even when the sanguine Ruins were nothing but a grave sight now. It was so close, it hurt; being in the desert ached in a way that they never knew was a wound until it started to heal.

Because who they were before- ( never innocent, but childish -stumbling with bloody paws and bright fever grins wanting to please someone - anyone ) is not who they are anymore, never again. ( the rage of their kid's death, the fire as they burned Riverlands down, the static inside their minds that never faded and only rose with their anger until- ) Argus was a watcher- they named themselves after a legend of a great beast who was apathetic to the world, who craved nothing and took nothing but stories from the lands. An apathetic god - A Shinigami with no preference for the living or dead and stuck inbetween-

Argus was not that. They were partial, they were living, breathing amalgamation of hurt emotions that only wanted to protect. Wanted revenge- wanted to burn the world for hurting her family, for continuing to hurt them.

What they needed, was an out. The pitt was where they stumbled to hurt and bleeding. Despite politics, despite all the Strife the Pitt gave them- their home - their family, they remained.

Home was something they hadn't had, in a long time. To return to something so akin to what they lost felt fitting. Only more so, when goldie came to find them there, hurt, and uncaring of anything but the implications of it- betrayal stringed in goldie's eyes, and argus felt some part of them retreat back with a snarl in their face.

They just wanted peace.

They heard their name, being called out not their true name they didn't come closer, the lupine's head picked out from seemingly the sands itself. Red eyes watching the tiger pace closer and closer within the pitt, away from the jungle- away from home . They moved, stalking closer towards the captain- once child- once bright foolish little kid with such an open heart- open mind - but hate clouds that, hate clouds everything.

"Goldie The wolf manages, the pitch akin to a growl but neither negative nor positive in greeting: pensive. "... how is home? Did you talk to Lucifer?" Lucifer, the void-beast that knew the most about them- he would know, know enough to advise the child away from Argus, away from the pitt. If Argus was in it. Luciferus knew what it meant for them to be here, or maybe they didn't. Maybe Argus was truly alone.

It wouldn't be the first.