06-20-2018, 05:58 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;color: #E0EEEE;"] Mortals were always fickle things. Dabbling into their lives was a double edged sword. Helping people- merely walking along side them was a dangerous thing to do. She could help them, allow thier spirits to ease and walk along side their lives and protect them. A shinigami's first role was to send souls to the afterlife, the second was to protect the living. Ensure that they die peacefully and not by supernatural means. But Argus has long since abandoned the title of pretending to protect. When her paws are stained too deeply with red to even pretend she still had that role, when the hole across her throat made it glaringly obvious how she had not only ignored the role- the curse she was forced to take hold of, but she went against it.
But this was not the most dangerous thing about mortals. No it was their mortality that was damning- to an immortal it was very are that they allowed themselves to grow attached. Most of them grew distant and detached to the mortals for this reason- Argus has always walked by them. To be reminded by their own fragility made her aware of her own. It was comforting as much as it was worrying- anxious. Because they all die and Argus- immortals did not like reminders that all the friends threat they made could fade away- and many still were rotting in the ground while she walked it with new faces and descendants- playing the same game. Protect, deliver, serve watch.
When Argus spotted the small group around the body amidst the shoreline. It was with detached curiosity as she wondered who they had lost. Caesar's defensive and cocky attitude made the perfect person to lash out on- for the youth that seemed to be the first one to spot the body. Her tear stained eyes making Argus wince slightly. Wayne and Vanessa were both dampered- and the whole scene tinged with dread. Argus has been here since the begining of the clan- since the foundation party. She knew next to everyone. Even the newcommers- she
pincher
The dobermand's body was slayed across the beach with words scribbled into the sand. The wound that seemed to do this was the one that they had treated before. At least it didn't look like he suffered. There were worst ways, to die than bleeding out... Argus could not for the life of her read, as if her mind only understood the symbols as a child's. Just symbols. Conversation drifted between her ears. Caesar wanting to dispose of the body and Pincher's kid- goldie was here. The white officer let her focus snap back to attention.
"Caesar, knock it off. We're not getting rid of his body." Argus was still his seinor when it came to ranks. Without pincher she was... "technically' in charge. " You are right in that though. We'll... work on a burial for him in the morning, for now we need to move his body. I dread to think what kind of creatures would wash up at the scent of his blood." Argus has never seen a siren, but she was seen enough bloody supernatural to know that there was always something dangerous. She looked over at goldie, dark red eyes watching her's for a moment. Not asking permission, but waiting for the other- giving her time to object. She was his daughter of course. Argus did not want to hurt her- or traumatize her any more than the fact that her father was dead.
"Wade or Vanessa, either of you think you can.. help? We should try to preserve this message if we can. I'm sure other's would like to see it." Argus felt her own voice lower at that. "Caesar, Get yourself together and help or leave. As it is you shouldn't antagonize a kid"
But this was not the most dangerous thing about mortals. No it was their mortality that was damning- to an immortal it was very are that they allowed themselves to grow attached. Most of them grew distant and detached to the mortals for this reason- Argus has always walked by them. To be reminded by their own fragility made her aware of her own. It was comforting as much as it was worrying- anxious. Because they all die and Argus- immortals did not like reminders that all the friends threat they made could fade away- and many still were rotting in the ground while she walked it with new faces and descendants- playing the same game. Protect, deliver, serve watch.
When Argus spotted the small group around the body amidst the shoreline. It was with detached curiosity as she wondered who they had lost. Caesar's defensive and cocky attitude made the perfect person to lash out on- for the youth that seemed to be the first one to spot the body. Her tear stained eyes making Argus wince slightly. Wayne and Vanessa were both dampered- and the whole scene tinged with dread. Argus has been here since the begining of the clan- since the foundation party. She knew next to everyone. Even the newcommers- she
pincher
The dobermand's body was slayed across the beach with words scribbled into the sand. The wound that seemed to do this was the one that they had treated before. At least it didn't look like he suffered. There were worst ways, to die than bleeding out... Argus could not for the life of her read, as if her mind only understood the symbols as a child's. Just symbols. Conversation drifted between her ears. Caesar wanting to dispose of the body and Pincher's kid- goldie was here. The white officer let her focus snap back to attention.
"Caesar, knock it off. We're not getting rid of his body." Argus was still his seinor when it came to ranks. Without pincher she was... "technically' in charge. " You are right in that though. We'll... work on a burial for him in the morning, for now we need to move his body. I dread to think what kind of creatures would wash up at the scent of his blood." Argus has never seen a siren, but she was seen enough bloody supernatural to know that there was always something dangerous. She looked over at goldie, dark red eyes watching her's for a moment. Not asking permission, but waiting for the other- giving her time to object. She was his daughter of course. Argus did not want to hurt her- or traumatize her any more than the fact that her father was dead.
"Wade or Vanessa, either of you think you can.. help? We should try to preserve this message if we can. I'm sure other's would like to see it." Argus felt her own voice lower at that. "Caesar, Get yourself together and help or leave. As it is you shouldn't antagonize a kid"