09-16-2020, 10:19 PM
To say anger came easy to the dragon was true: in all her years she could blame for the tempering of that anger. It was an emotion that was often felt- better it be anger that were to be harness rather than a directionless emotion that drained at her limbs and left her feeling nothing static. She was good at not showing that anger. Instead enjoying the petty revelry in getting even; their days of getting their claws bloody to even the ties were grim. It brought with it ghosts that haunted- dogged her steps. It brought back the regret and the loss of control; a quick downward spiral that turned petty anger into a deep seated rage
Rage she knew how to handle, and only certain kinds. It... often led to a dangerous and a precise extraction of getting even. It led to loosing herself completely in favor of returning to something not lesser- but baser: no longer them self, (too many names: each with it's own ghosts). It all started out the same, this anger crept up their spine and reached their head with a static that fell to numbness. Argus felt it slowly, a creep over the weeks into a single moment that the static rung out between ten different eyes and she could no longer see, no longer think beyond the feeling of static.
The morning had started out quiet, the large behemoth of a dragon raising from kicked sands- too large to find a home beyond the beaches that faced north-east ward. The smell of salt and the cloying taste of salt in her jagged maw as she rose. Wings coming from lax spread to once again cover the large sprawling scar along her back. The sun had come and now hung loosely in the sky just above it's highest peak.
Argus moved towards the mainland of the isle; it's jungle-esque tree's creating a sea of green beyond the sense of static that took over her vision. They hummed lowly, looking towards the creeping ravine that pointed the marker straight towards the typhoon- the crack that split the isle in two as well as the sea. Argus remained on land, prowling deeper inland. She walked farther in- closer towards the peak that laid center of the isle and when reaching the top she stopped short, noting a similar feline in front of them.
[member=2040]ninazu[/member]
[table][tr][td][/td][td]Rage she knew how to handle, and only certain kinds. It... often led to a dangerous and a precise extraction of getting even. It led to loosing herself completely in favor of returning to something not lesser- but baser: no longer them self, (too many names: each with it's own ghosts). It all started out the same, this anger crept up their spine and reached their head with a static that fell to numbness. Argus felt it slowly, a creep over the weeks into a single moment that the static rung out between ten different eyes and she could no longer see, no longer think beyond the feeling of static.
The morning had started out quiet, the large behemoth of a dragon raising from kicked sands- too large to find a home beyond the beaches that faced north-east ward. The smell of salt and the cloying taste of salt in her jagged maw as she rose. Wings coming from lax spread to once again cover the large sprawling scar along her back. The sun had come and now hung loosely in the sky just above it's highest peak.
Argus moved towards the mainland of the isle; it's jungle-esque tree's creating a sea of green beyond the sense of static that took over her vision. They hummed lowly, looking towards the creeping ravine that pointed the marker straight towards the typhoon- the crack that split the isle in two as well as the sea. Argus remained on land, prowling deeper inland. She walked farther in- closer towards the peak that laid center of the isle and when reaching the top she stopped short, noting a similar feline in front of them.
[member=2040]ninazu[/member]
"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"