04-30-2018, 07:29 AM
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I GOT A BONE TO PICK
[W]iskerI GOT A BONE TO PICK
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] She was stupid. So very horribly stupid and Impulsive. She was aware of this as she stepped up to the border. Argus was not in the right headset. Drunk of her recent brush with danger within her own clan. High off the comfort of blood still staining her pelt. The wolf was no longer scar less. New designs carved through out her front tell a tale of self-mutilation. But the slight pink hue that spotted the entirety of her frame tell a story of someone who has seen meany- many deaths within the past few days.
Argus was careful in that she only showed what she wanted. And loosing such vast amounts of control within a short span of nights was not what told across her features. But on the outside perspective it was clear with the events that had recently transpired. Her body was the only evidence of said past. Such vast history that within a span of days- would probably send any sane person questioning said sanity. But Argus was far far from sane. She had dragged herself from the depths of insanity not too long ago. Pulling will into herself when the front she conveyed cleverly snapped for an instant. However it could have been much worse, and her here- was merely damage control.
As much as she was impulsive, she was clever enough to make up for it. She knew why she was here. But that did not change the fact that being here along an enemies border was dangerous- even for a near immortal like her. Even with a purpose it did not negotiate this fact. She just hoped that Pincher will forgive her- either that or not even realize that the striker was there only to agitate the enemy even more.
Argus had lost control a few nights ago. As much fun as it was to do so- it was a poor judgement choice. She needed somewhere to release stream. She would not be taking prisoners to set a show- like guru often liked to. But she was here to provoke. She was here to taunt and jibe and anger the nest of swamp inhabitants. Here to start a fight and release some of the power that was building up in her veins in some flashy exercise of strength as to protect her own crew.
So, fuck it. There were some people here that had caught her interest none too long ago in a raid. While argus could plan a counter attack- be smart about this and send a counter strike. Argus was none to interested in playing well with her crew at the moment as she was letting steam and indulging in her own curiosity. Coming alone was a smart move if she wanted to let herself loose control. Not have to worry about an ally and allowing herself to attack anything that moved.
So Argus Stopped short of the border. Not in the open but not openly hiding either. Within the smaller tree's she was a speck of white and very obvious. The scent of both the typhoon and the snowbounds hidden only by that of the scent of blood that still lingered on her pelt. Dark red eyes intent, waiting for some unsuspecting patroler to start the day's grief.
Argus was careful in that she only showed what she wanted. And loosing such vast amounts of control within a short span of nights was not what told across her features. But on the outside perspective it was clear with the events that had recently transpired. Her body was the only evidence of said past. Such vast history that within a span of days- would probably send any sane person questioning said sanity. But Argus was far far from sane. She had dragged herself from the depths of insanity not too long ago. Pulling will into herself when the front she conveyed cleverly snapped for an instant. However it could have been much worse, and her here- was merely damage control.
As much as she was impulsive, she was clever enough to make up for it. She knew why she was here. But that did not change the fact that being here along an enemies border was dangerous- even for a near immortal like her. Even with a purpose it did not negotiate this fact. She just hoped that Pincher will forgive her- either that or not even realize that the striker was there only to agitate the enemy even more.
Argus had lost control a few nights ago. As much fun as it was to do so- it was a poor judgement choice. She needed somewhere to release stream. She would not be taking prisoners to set a show- like guru often liked to. But she was here to provoke. She was here to taunt and jibe and anger the nest of swamp inhabitants. Here to start a fight and release some of the power that was building up in her veins in some flashy exercise of strength as to protect her own crew.
So, fuck it. There were some people here that had caught her interest none too long ago in a raid. While argus could plan a counter attack- be smart about this and send a counter strike. Argus was none to interested in playing well with her crew at the moment as she was letting steam and indulging in her own curiosity. Coming alone was a smart move if she wanted to let herself loose control. Not have to worry about an ally and allowing herself to attack anything that moved.
So Argus Stopped short of the border. Not in the open but not openly hiding either. Within the smaller tree's she was a speck of white and very obvious. The scent of both the typhoon and the snowbounds hidden only by that of the scent of blood that still lingered on her pelt. Dark red eyes intent, waiting for some unsuspecting patroler to start the day's grief.