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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;"] ayyY welcome to the typhoon! Nice to see luca again c://
Argus didn't tend to walk around the railroad entrance to the clan often. Though there should be a matter of them being over the similarities- in that there shouldn't be enough similarities for them to drawl for her memories to fester like this. The only similarities- the only ones were the rail-carts. There was no abandoned subway- no Caern. Really should be over it, but they weren't. Out of all places it was the entrance to camp- it was easy enough to avoid some times- but they was the deputy- they couldn't just leave the rest of their clanmates to greet newcomers, could they?
Of course, there would always be those special cases, times where they would find a ghost waiting for them- although most of them were actual ghosts. Just figments of their imagination to remember why they were who they were. They should have expected some of them to come to life- but of all of them- luca wasn't one they would have expected.
For a moment there was calm, the white lupine coming to stand with the rest of their clanmates to greet a newcommer. For moments- Argus didn't think much about him and instead offered a smile at the jealous behavior of Jacob to pincer. The leader was off limits from the competition, and honestly Argus prefered it that way- the two were cute together. They were dragged from their own mirth when they went to welcome the stranger at the border--
Except it wasn't a stranger.
it was a ghost.
" Welcome to our little home, luca" Argus words were meant to be warm- but the ice edging into their voice was as sudden as the blue that flickered into their crimson eyes. The exclusion of the demon was intentional on their part, meant to a subtle jab turning into a closely veiled threat. "I hear the tavern offers free drinks to newcomers. We could consider that an initiation, hmm?"
Argus didn't tend to walk around the railroad entrance to the clan often. Though there should be a matter of them being over the similarities- in that there shouldn't be enough similarities for them to drawl for her memories to fester like this. The only similarities- the only ones were the rail-carts. There was no abandoned subway- no Caern. Really should be over it, but they weren't. Out of all places it was the entrance to camp- it was easy enough to avoid some times- but they was the deputy- they couldn't just leave the rest of their clanmates to greet newcomers, could they?
Of course, there would always be those special cases, times where they would find a ghost waiting for them- although most of them were actual ghosts. Just figments of their imagination to remember why they were who they were. They should have expected some of them to come to life- but of all of them- luca wasn't one they would have expected.
For a moment there was calm, the white lupine coming to stand with the rest of their clanmates to greet a newcommer. For moments- Argus didn't think much about him and instead offered a smile at the jealous behavior of Jacob to pincer. The leader was off limits from the competition, and honestly Argus prefered it that way- the two were cute together. They were dragged from their own mirth when they went to welcome the stranger at the border--
Except it wasn't a stranger.
it was a ghost.
" Welcome to our little home, luca" Argus words were meant to be warm- but the ice edging into their voice was as sudden as the blue that flickered into their crimson eyes. The exclusion of the demon was intentional on their part, meant to a subtle jab turning into a closely veiled threat. "I hear the tavern offers free drinks to newcomers. We could consider that an initiation, hmm?"