05-30-2018, 05:21 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 remebered a time when she was very little and cocky in her own battle redness. An apprentice, and she could down a tiger. Or so she had thought. She remembered her first real raid, against another goody-too-show clan that thought they were defeating the enemy. She remembered her clan retreating, and being teamed up. Being torn to shreds by the like of people who saw themselves saviors.
Three warrior's had cornered her behind a dune and tortured her within bloodclan's own lands. They pulled at her wings and clipped them, they pulled out her claws they went for the eyes. And they, the heroes had joked over her still breathing body about sending back a warning. For she was just a kid, was it okay then, to torture a kid to send on a message? Was it fine to torture an innocent? If the heroes of the story went that far, she wondered what it meant to be a villain. What it meant to oppose hero. Surely something worse, right? Something darker than whatever the decrepid world has thrown at her.
In her mind it would always be better, to be dark than to pretend to be light and justify the hurt with something as silly as justice. It was better to be a monster as long as you admitted it to some part of yourself.
Argus' plan to see the darkness in her clan mates has worked well enough. She could feel the power thrumming within the air that was not just her own. Dark red eyes dilated and pupils constricted in her excitement. This is what she had wanted from the start. Interest sparking- in the heat of battle she wanted to see who she would fight alongside, even if now she fought against them. Even if now argus would loose to them all, it would be defined by a sole's actions. She wondered who deserved to win.
The Officer could see clearly within the dust she kicked up, no trouble to someone who has faced the blunt end of sandstorms as they pass- it was like a wasp in comparison to a fly. While she could not see fully around herself, she had a good enough sixth sense to detect someone would make a target out of her back. But her back was far from unguarded. Wings returned to pressed up on her back when Caesar moved to assault her backside. She sprung- her wings jolting outwards in attempts hit Caesar straight on as he came into range of her wingspan. Even at the cost of him cutting up one of her wings, it was a worthy sacrifice for the distance she needed, when they all seemed insistent to push forward.
They were smart in that regard, limiting her space to out maneuver them. Already working together wonderfully. Unknowingly coming up with a battle strategy that would work. Argus relied mostly on speed and her flexibility. Making reckless and sacrificial decisions to get an edge in a battle, and here in the brunt of the ring argus was a breath away from her own savagery.
Darkness seeped out of beatrice's words. Stirring up Argus' own, but none the less she was grinning, offering the other a bright smile amidst the sand as it was starting to settle back at their feet. Stepping on her sword was a low blow. Halting her frontal assault and making her better reach useless. In a battle with tooth and claws, it was useless to bring a sword into the fight. and she let the katana drop within the sand. Maybe someone would get stupid and cut their paws on it? Well, here's hoping.
Beatrice managed to hit her square on. Her left wing still weak from healing and argus couldn't risk the deflect when the other could easily bite it away. She let out a gasp of breath, feeling her lungs constrict and she let out a snarl. Quickly tucking into herself and limiting space as she pivoted to face the striker, She used her iron sharp talons to personally knock the other to her feet. Aiming to hit the other in the back of her feet and leap up to push her down. If that worked she would use Beatrice as a spring board, attempting to leap off of her and towards the edges of the ring- away from her three challengers to watch them all.
Three warrior's had cornered her behind a dune and tortured her within bloodclan's own lands. They pulled at her wings and clipped them, they pulled out her claws they went for the eyes. And they, the heroes had joked over her still breathing body about sending back a warning. For she was just a kid, was it okay then, to torture a kid to send on a message? Was it fine to torture an innocent? If the heroes of the story went that far, she wondered what it meant to be a villain. What it meant to oppose hero. Surely something worse, right? Something darker than whatever the decrepid world has thrown at her.
In her mind it would always be better, to be dark than to pretend to be light and justify the hurt with something as silly as justice. It was better to be a monster as long as you admitted it to some part of yourself.
Argus' plan to see the darkness in her clan mates has worked well enough. She could feel the power thrumming within the air that was not just her own. Dark red eyes dilated and pupils constricted in her excitement. This is what she had wanted from the start. Interest sparking- in the heat of battle she wanted to see who she would fight alongside, even if now she fought against them. Even if now argus would loose to them all, it would be defined by a sole's actions. She wondered who deserved to win.
The Officer could see clearly within the dust she kicked up, no trouble to someone who has faced the blunt end of sandstorms as they pass- it was like a wasp in comparison to a fly. While she could not see fully around herself, she had a good enough sixth sense to detect someone would make a target out of her back. But her back was far from unguarded. Wings returned to pressed up on her back when Caesar moved to assault her backside. She sprung- her wings jolting outwards in attempts hit Caesar straight on as he came into range of her wingspan. Even at the cost of him cutting up one of her wings, it was a worthy sacrifice for the distance she needed, when they all seemed insistent to push forward.
They were smart in that regard, limiting her space to out maneuver them. Already working together wonderfully. Unknowingly coming up with a battle strategy that would work. Argus relied mostly on speed and her flexibility. Making reckless and sacrificial decisions to get an edge in a battle, and here in the brunt of the ring argus was a breath away from her own savagery.
Darkness seeped out of beatrice's words. Stirring up Argus' own, but none the less she was grinning, offering the other a bright smile amidst the sand as it was starting to settle back at their feet. Stepping on her sword was a low blow. Halting her frontal assault and making her better reach useless. In a battle with tooth and claws, it was useless to bring a sword into the fight. and she let the katana drop within the sand. Maybe someone would get stupid and cut their paws on it? Well, here's hoping.
Beatrice managed to hit her square on. Her left wing still weak from healing and argus couldn't risk the deflect when the other could easily bite it away. She let out a gasp of breath, feeling her lungs constrict and she let out a snarl. Quickly tucking into herself and limiting space as she pivoted to face the striker, She used her iron sharp talons to personally knock the other to her feet. Aiming to hit the other in the back of her feet and leap up to push her down. If that worked she would use Beatrice as a spring board, attempting to leap off of her and towards the edges of the ring- away from her three challengers to watch them all.