05-23-2018, 03:31 PM
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SOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!
[W]iskerSOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Argus is very much accustomed to people like caesar. Who would laugh at something at secretly yearn. Who would mock someone for a weakness they refused to show. Argus used to be someone like that- or whisper was. Whisper grew up like that. The people adjust to the climate and predictably desert dwellers were hard-ass secret softies. Except they were more aligned with being actually secretly crazy. Where their clanmates would have shown you their bloodied corpse piles, their scarred rattled broken forms with pride. Savageness as a means of pride- They were bubbly. Hiding the nurtured bloodlust behind an innocent smile.
No, the loss and morning had always remained buried deep. In all of them. In argus. It wasn't meant to see the light of day. Never meant to be revealed. Argus wondered the difference between the two. What made people show their outward scars with pride, and hide the ones that hurt the most deeper? Shame? Regret? Was it some means of self preservation, some mean of not wanting to be hurt like that again?
She wondered when she thought it was better to hide who she used to be?
When they were little and new. They revealed it all. Showed tears and rage, showed bubbliness and envy. Showed that savageness that was nurtured inside of her, and the nature of any being with a conscious- the self doubt. When had she thrown away the ease she felt for the first years of her life in being completely open- away?
It started with a fire.
The first of the fires she did not intend to start. Living in a fox hole under the roots of a tree. She was unsure what started it at first. But she only noticed it when she was literally on fire. Her tortured nerve endings blazing to life again. Well after her first death but stil afraid of death the same. She crawled out from under her burning home. One wing already in cased in fire. and had to rip it out in sake of letting the fire consume her entirely.
Argus had always been drawn to fire. Even after that event. When did she truly start to fear it?
Maybe it was well in after she realised her life was in shambles. Her daughter missing her mate dead. Everything lost and what was the oint of anything anymore in it? She joined the seaside freaks of riverside for revenge- to show them the errors of their ways, the corruption in their purity. The fallacies of their peace. When she set fire to her home, killed the leader. She did it to proove a point, but not one for them. No, that lost it's luster long ago.
When fire turned into an omen. A banner to fly you are not welcome here. You do not have a home here, anymore.
She came to The typhoon with eyes wide open for the first time. During her stay she has done nothing but close them away. Shut out what she has learned through the people she used to be. She had driven towards helping herself while trying to cut out the issues. Try and shove them down. Deeper. Honestly it wasn't a surprise that she was breaking down slowly. First Famori and Zactov. And now whisper.
Time to remember. Time to a c c e p t.
It did take a bit for Caesar to catch up with them. And while argus was vaguely aware she was being followed during her retreat. She was too detracted by her panic. Her younger self was still clutching her furs. Well past and through argus' breakdown. And Argus did not ask to be released at all. Whisper wasn't like Zactov, she would not attack anyone and she was... nice company. A security blanket that soothed the being's nerves. Whisper knowingly didn't move from where she lingered. Argus' wings covering them both- when cipher finally showed his face around the corner. Out of breath. She offered the other a shake grin. Opening a wing to reveal the small wolfing.
"Had a nightmare mostly. But I found... A kid." It would be odd the say that Whsiper was a part of her. Hard to explain how devided and busy her mindscape was. Just... A mess really. The lie fell easily into place. Whisper taking it into stride as she huddled closer to argus. Turning crystal blue eyes towards the cipher.
Whisper took one breath at a time. Dawn was still coming. The light of the sun not yet breaking into the sky. But she could feel it. The instinctual tiredness of living nocturnal- of living sand-bound stronger in the younger doppelganger than it ever would be in Argus. They were connected mentally. They did not need to talk to each other for whisper to catch onto the story. Allowing her eyes to water but not fully cry before she turned her icy stare towards the tribe-mate. Er... Crewmate.
" Who are you?" Her voice was louder, cutting through the silence that argus left. Even as she curled deeper under the wing she kept her tone light and without any hostility. Just curiosity. Timidness. Like any child left on the border, clutching at the first sign of comfort she was given.
No, the loss and morning had always remained buried deep. In all of them. In argus. It wasn't meant to see the light of day. Never meant to be revealed. Argus wondered the difference between the two. What made people show their outward scars with pride, and hide the ones that hurt the most deeper? Shame? Regret? Was it some means of self preservation, some mean of not wanting to be hurt like that again?
She wondered when she thought it was better to hide who she used to be?
When they were little and new. They revealed it all. Showed tears and rage, showed bubbliness and envy. Showed that savageness that was nurtured inside of her, and the nature of any being with a conscious- the self doubt. When had she thrown away the ease she felt for the first years of her life in being completely open- away?
It started with a fire.
The first of the fires she did not intend to start. Living in a fox hole under the roots of a tree. She was unsure what started it at first. But she only noticed it when she was literally on fire. Her tortured nerve endings blazing to life again. Well after her first death but stil afraid of death the same. She crawled out from under her burning home. One wing already in cased in fire. and had to rip it out in sake of letting the fire consume her entirely.
Argus had always been drawn to fire. Even after that event. When did she truly start to fear it?
Maybe it was well in after she realised her life was in shambles. Her daughter missing her mate dead. Everything lost and what was the oint of anything anymore in it? She joined the seaside freaks of riverside for revenge- to show them the errors of their ways, the corruption in their purity. The fallacies of their peace. When she set fire to her home, killed the leader. She did it to proove a point, but not one for them. No, that lost it's luster long ago.
When fire turned into an omen. A banner to fly you are not welcome here. You do not have a home here, anymore.
She came to The typhoon with eyes wide open for the first time. During her stay she has done nothing but close them away. Shut out what she has learned through the people she used to be. She had driven towards helping herself while trying to cut out the issues. Try and shove them down. Deeper. Honestly it wasn't a surprise that she was breaking down slowly. First Famori and Zactov. And now whisper.
Time to remember. Time to a c c e p t.
It did take a bit for Caesar to catch up with them. And while argus was vaguely aware she was being followed during her retreat. She was too detracted by her panic. Her younger self was still clutching her furs. Well past and through argus' breakdown. And Argus did not ask to be released at all. Whisper wasn't like Zactov, she would not attack anyone and she was... nice company. A security blanket that soothed the being's nerves. Whisper knowingly didn't move from where she lingered. Argus' wings covering them both- when cipher finally showed his face around the corner. Out of breath. She offered the other a shake grin. Opening a wing to reveal the small wolfing.
"Had a nightmare mostly. But I found... A kid." It would be odd the say that Whsiper was a part of her. Hard to explain how devided and busy her mindscape was. Just... A mess really. The lie fell easily into place. Whisper taking it into stride as she huddled closer to argus. Turning crystal blue eyes towards the cipher.
Whisper took one breath at a time. Dawn was still coming. The light of the sun not yet breaking into the sky. But she could feel it. The instinctual tiredness of living nocturnal- of living sand-bound stronger in the younger doppelganger than it ever would be in Argus. They were connected mentally. They did not need to talk to each other for whisper to catch onto the story. Allowing her eyes to water but not fully cry before she turned her icy stare towards the tribe-mate. Er... Crewmate.
" Who are you?" Her voice was louder, cutting through the silence that argus left. Even as she curled deeper under the wing she kept her tone light and without any hostility. Just curiosity. Timidness. Like any child left on the border, clutching at the first sign of comfort she was given.