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DOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[W]iskerDOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;color: #E0EEEE;"] Argus was very aware of how cold the dark god was, it was probably the only thing that kept the lurking beast alive back in the older days of living in a desert. Although the Quartermaster had never approached him or gotten comfortable enough around him to know the biting chill personally. Argus had always been teased with their kids - with his grand kids that Luce was a playground. Not just for the younger generations either. A walking shade in the once scorching sands.
Now things weren't so much different beside their own history with Lucifer and the growing familiar nature of their relationship. It was easy. Or as easy as both of their conscious mind would allow. Because they both still had a long way to go- Argus not allowed to let go of the guilt of their wive's death and the way their step father used to be just as threatening to them as any enemy beyond their shared borders. It was no longer the tentative guilt- ridden response that Argus was used to when dealing with their past. Which was good. Improving.
It was hot- no where near the temperature Argus was equipped to deal with when they were little bu enough to feel it beside the unnaturally thin ratty nature of their own fur. Wings were like giant magnifiers and incinerators in one go when tightly tucked on the sides of her body like they usually were. Now she had them arched slightly backwards. Bent in a way that her body from a front-view looked like a M.
Watching her cremates and captain all squabble about hiding under the large dragon was funny to them. The smile cracked on their expression amused and slightly unhinged in the way it usually was. "If he minded then he would probably mood. Trust me- he used to be a walking jungle gym back in.. well- our old shared home." She offered a quick explanation, looking over to the glowing red eye of Lucifer before adding. "Still, probably not best to wake him- he'll probably move away just for that if nothing else" Grumpy dragon that he was a good percent of the time.
Unlike their clan mates Argus took from hiding under his wings to attempting climbing up it. Keeping balance along the giant hallowed bones as not to step on those under it (Although the idea to step on pinch was there- they didn't act on it). Walking up his shoulders and down- weaving between the large and sharp spines and plates to settle themself on his neck with a sleepy mumble. Already the gentle chill of their dad's body temperature was making them sleepy- and the odd balance of the sun- heating their back and the chill of the body they rested on. They was getting tired quickly.
Now things weren't so much different beside their own history with Lucifer and the growing familiar nature of their relationship. It was easy. Or as easy as both of their conscious mind would allow. Because they both still had a long way to go- Argus not allowed to let go of the guilt of their wive's death and the way their step father used to be just as threatening to them as any enemy beyond their shared borders. It was no longer the tentative guilt- ridden response that Argus was used to when dealing with their past. Which was good. Improving.
It was hot- no where near the temperature Argus was equipped to deal with when they were little bu enough to feel it beside the unnaturally thin ratty nature of their own fur. Wings were like giant magnifiers and incinerators in one go when tightly tucked on the sides of her body like they usually were. Now she had them arched slightly backwards. Bent in a way that her body from a front-view looked like a M.
Watching her cremates and captain all squabble about hiding under the large dragon was funny to them. The smile cracked on their expression amused and slightly unhinged in the way it usually was. "If he minded then he would probably mood. Trust me- he used to be a walking jungle gym back in.. well- our old shared home." She offered a quick explanation, looking over to the glowing red eye of Lucifer before adding. "Still, probably not best to wake him- he'll probably move away just for that if nothing else" Grumpy dragon that he was a good percent of the time.
Unlike their clan mates Argus took from hiding under his wings to attempting climbing up it. Keeping balance along the giant hallowed bones as not to step on those under it (Although the idea to step on pinch was there- they didn't act on it). Walking up his shoulders and down- weaving between the large and sharp spines and plates to settle themself on his neck with a sleepy mumble. Already the gentle chill of their dad's body temperature was making them sleepy- and the odd balance of the sun- heating their back and the chill of the body they rested on. They was getting tired quickly.