07-03-2018, 07:59 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;"] Argus has lived a long time with mortals. Maybe once there was a time where the beast could lay within mortal flesh and wonder at it's imperfections. Maybe there was a time her soul was settled into a body it was crafted to host- once Argus was alive with the threat of death ever looming over her shoulders, a puppy without it's family learning through desperation what it was like to climb to the very top- and with pride say she survived.
But Cruelty knew no bounds, there was no hope to find amidst the crumpling bodies of ruined lizards and gutted reptiles. Desert critters falling prey- blood turning into her water but no company- no hope and eventually- her life was snuffed. High powers twisted her spirit into something horrid and eternal and she was mortal no more. Or maybe she always had a knack for coming back after dying- it only took ending it herself for her to realize. But it was that action alone that gave her purpose with her newly found life. With a partner by her side whispering the secrets of their shared soul- Argus became more than just a spirit tied to mortals and just... One meant to clean up their messes.
Back then there were names for what they were. When Soul reaper's walked along the same plane and trapped just as much as Argus was and they all blended- wolves in sheep's clothing or rather- immortals pretending they weren't. Dying- disappearing and reappearing as someone else. But even immortals will pass from the mortal plane and grow bored with mortals. Heartbroken with their short lives and fleeing to afterlife's to live with the ghosts of who they had walked alongside. It was only Argus then- Left to walk the earth and bleed and burn and hurt with her mortals. Loosing them and gaining them all over again in a cycle of getting hurt and hurting.
She was past pretending long ago. Hen she discovered that she could keep souls for herself- become not only someone to send them on but to consume- devour until their power blended together. Until their spiritual essence was snuffed under the white officer's own with only their remnant fueling the beast to continue. - There was no longer a way to pretend when her nature begun to affect her physically. A never ending hunger for more and the large gaping hole that passed through her chest just under her throat. The only difference between her and those- creatures was a mask.
It wasn't openly said either. Mortals became weary around immortals or they saw salvation in them. Ways to eradicate themselves of their own mortality to a sickening degree. No- But the typhoon was good for that at least. No one here asked too many questions when she first showed up, and her character had yet to be questioned. As long as she didn't attack a clan mate - in open day there wasn't anything to worry about.
She had not felt another one like herself in such a long time- either it be a soul reaper or a soul-eater. Yet years of training, hunting and feasting. She knew the flavor of each kind of supernatural under the sun, and could detect them in the air the same manor a normal wolf could smell elk. Purely animal. Instinctual.
There was a wonder if the other was someone she knew- a worry that they had come to try and eradicate her- and what she had become. But as she walked a careful stride up the beach to the lioness- no recognition in the other's features or familiarity of her own memories, she eased, if only a little bit. Crimson eyes watching the other with the normal gruff nature the officer took to just about anyone. Lulled eyes and calm assurance in herself- aware but not showing any of that awareness.
" Welcome home then stranger" Argus offered the reply, her voice gruff as she sat back, offering a flash of a grin that was meant to be welcoming. "Name's Argus, need a tour or somethn'?"
But Cruelty knew no bounds, there was no hope to find amidst the crumpling bodies of ruined lizards and gutted reptiles. Desert critters falling prey- blood turning into her water but no company- no hope and eventually- her life was snuffed. High powers twisted her spirit into something horrid and eternal and she was mortal no more. Or maybe she always had a knack for coming back after dying- it only took ending it herself for her to realize. But it was that action alone that gave her purpose with her newly found life. With a partner by her side whispering the secrets of their shared soul- Argus became more than just a spirit tied to mortals and just... One meant to clean up their messes.
Back then there were names for what they were. When Soul reaper's walked along the same plane and trapped just as much as Argus was and they all blended- wolves in sheep's clothing or rather- immortals pretending they weren't. Dying- disappearing and reappearing as someone else. But even immortals will pass from the mortal plane and grow bored with mortals. Heartbroken with their short lives and fleeing to afterlife's to live with the ghosts of who they had walked alongside. It was only Argus then- Left to walk the earth and bleed and burn and hurt with her mortals. Loosing them and gaining them all over again in a cycle of getting hurt and hurting.
She was past pretending long ago. Hen she discovered that she could keep souls for herself- become not only someone to send them on but to consume- devour until their power blended together. Until their spiritual essence was snuffed under the white officer's own with only their remnant fueling the beast to continue. - There was no longer a way to pretend when her nature begun to affect her physically. A never ending hunger for more and the large gaping hole that passed through her chest just under her throat. The only difference between her and those- creatures was a mask.
It wasn't openly said either. Mortals became weary around immortals or they saw salvation in them. Ways to eradicate themselves of their own mortality to a sickening degree. No- But the typhoon was good for that at least. No one here asked too many questions when she first showed up, and her character had yet to be questioned. As long as she didn't attack a clan mate - in open day there wasn't anything to worry about.
She had not felt another one like herself in such a long time- either it be a soul reaper or a soul-eater. Yet years of training, hunting and feasting. She knew the flavor of each kind of supernatural under the sun, and could detect them in the air the same manor a normal wolf could smell elk. Purely animal. Instinctual.
There was a wonder if the other was someone she knew- a worry that they had come to try and eradicate her- and what she had become. But as she walked a careful stride up the beach to the lioness- no recognition in the other's features or familiarity of her own memories, she eased, if only a little bit. Crimson eyes watching the other with the normal gruff nature the officer took to just about anyone. Lulled eyes and calm assurance in herself- aware but not showing any of that awareness.
" Welcome home then stranger" Argus offered the reply, her voice gruff as she sat back, offering a flash of a grin that was meant to be welcoming. "Name's Argus, need a tour or somethn'?"