06-25-2018, 02:52 AM
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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;"] If there was one thing Argus knew about feral creatures, it was that to never underestimate them. They relied purely on instinct that most sentient animals learned to ignore. With reason came by a time where instinct was unnecessary, mind and body conflicting each other with two elements that were never meant to come together into one body. Like a half breed or a mutated beast- two conflicting natures only made the creature all the more unpredictable- more dangerous.
If not predictable.
The only thing Raptors had to keep them alive before in times where beast bigger than themselves ruled- it was numbers. They all had claws and needle teeth, they all had venomous saliva that would infect much more easily than now- what raptors had was numbers. And even on limited numbers- they worked cohesively. They were pack animals.
Argus did not have the added benefit of someone on her side. Caesar was a lone wolf in attacking them- Argus was attempting to stop him and only ended up being collateral. At the end of this fight- there was going to be a long conversation between them.
If the raptors didn't kill him, she would.
Argus was only alive this long by her near immortality. Not saying she couldn't die- just a nasty habit of comming back to life afterwards- did not meant she liked dying. Rather avoided it as much as she could. Feral raptors were a dangerous game to play now. For all reasons listed above. This was not their time- now creatures were made of tender fesh and scaleless. But they had powers- neigh magical abilities that amplified the soul- the same power Argus craved and the same she consumed others for- the very same power that burned down her veins. Bubbling in her blood.
Battle instinct would have made her flinch away from both the raptors on either side. Caesar already thrown backwards by the time Argus managed to get to Charlie- now she was surrounded- her head throbbing, Adrenalin making her limbs shake and her blood boil in the rush of power- eyes turning a blue as they launched at her. Going incorporeal from the attacks. Using the ground as a jumping board and flapping up into the air.
The power wasn't meant to be used for long periods of time- her body's live span ticking away with each extended use. Rotting from the inside- that only made it's appearance known now with the black blood that dribbled from her nose- tasting the inky fluid in the back of her throat making her sick.
Argus was not in this fight- she did not want a part of it. So when the power flickered out she remained in the sky. Fuck Caesar, fuck this. She kept a weary eye on the reptiles- watching them for an opening to sweep in and grab her clan mate, but weary on how high they could jump.
If not predictable.
The only thing Raptors had to keep them alive before in times where beast bigger than themselves ruled- it was numbers. They all had claws and needle teeth, they all had venomous saliva that would infect much more easily than now- what raptors had was numbers. And even on limited numbers- they worked cohesively. They were pack animals.
Argus did not have the added benefit of someone on her side. Caesar was a lone wolf in attacking them- Argus was attempting to stop him and only ended up being collateral. At the end of this fight- there was going to be a long conversation between them.
If the raptors didn't kill him, she would.
Argus was only alive this long by her near immortality. Not saying she couldn't die- just a nasty habit of comming back to life afterwards- did not meant she liked dying. Rather avoided it as much as she could. Feral raptors were a dangerous game to play now. For all reasons listed above. This was not their time- now creatures were made of tender fesh and scaleless. But they had powers- neigh magical abilities that amplified the soul- the same power Argus craved and the same she consumed others for- the very same power that burned down her veins. Bubbling in her blood.
Battle instinct would have made her flinch away from both the raptors on either side. Caesar already thrown backwards by the time Argus managed to get to Charlie- now she was surrounded- her head throbbing, Adrenalin making her limbs shake and her blood boil in the rush of power- eyes turning a blue as they launched at her. Going incorporeal from the attacks. Using the ground as a jumping board and flapping up into the air.
The power wasn't meant to be used for long periods of time- her body's live span ticking away with each extended use. Rotting from the inside- that only made it's appearance known now with the black blood that dribbled from her nose- tasting the inky fluid in the back of her throat making her sick.
Argus was not in this fight- she did not want a part of it. So when the power flickered out she remained in the sky. Fuck Caesar, fuck this. She kept a weary eye on the reptiles- watching them for an opening to sweep in and grab her clan mate, but weary on how high they could jump.