07-19-2018, 10:40 PM
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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 had a distaste for most human foods, and only ate them on rare occasion when they were offered which- wasn't much. They preferred to hunt their own prey, enjoy the taste of a fresh hunt and the lingering copper tang that spoke of satisfaction to a craving she did very well to hide. But there was a closely kept secret to the quartermaster, a treat that they did well to hide away from their crewmates for this very reason. They all were greedy little things, and not only the kids either. Demanding- outright threatening for some. No it probably wouldn't be a good idea to kill a someone's kid for trying to take her own marshmallows away from Them. So they hid it. Hid it well, and only summoned one at a time when they wanted one from their stash.
Of coarse, it was not the roasting sweets that caught the quartermaster's attention but the fire. Fire had a very distinct scent, and it was one almost as impressionable as blood to the wolf's senses. Although the particular instict was more aligned with a shark in water. Even Argus' general avoidance to the enterance did little to curb them from appearing. First concern turning to downright amusement as they landed near goldie. Giving a light chuckle at their demanding nature to a stranger.
Closing her wing- she pulled out a bag summoned from her own stash and dropped it near goldie. Hoping the other kid would take a hint and borrow from their clanmate and not some stranger on their border- though it was less about poison and more about scarring away anyone looking to join than anything.
Dull red eyes zeroed in on pier for a moment. head cocked slightly as they sat down opposite of the fire. Not making a move to ask for a marshmallow to roast and merely summoning another one to pop into their mouth roasted. "If you didn't want attention you shouldn't have started a fire. Smoke's kinda like a beacon, specially so close to our camp."
"So, what'cha here for?"
Of coarse, it was not the roasting sweets that caught the quartermaster's attention but the fire. Fire had a very distinct scent, and it was one almost as impressionable as blood to the wolf's senses. Although the particular instict was more aligned with a shark in water. Even Argus' general avoidance to the enterance did little to curb them from appearing. First concern turning to downright amusement as they landed near goldie. Giving a light chuckle at their demanding nature to a stranger.
Closing her wing- she pulled out a bag summoned from her own stash and dropped it near goldie. Hoping the other kid would take a hint and borrow from their clanmate and not some stranger on their border- though it was less about poison and more about scarring away anyone looking to join than anything.
Dull red eyes zeroed in on pier for a moment. head cocked slightly as they sat down opposite of the fire. Not making a move to ask for a marshmallow to roast and merely summoning another one to pop into their mouth roasted. "If you didn't want attention you shouldn't have started a fire. Smoke's kinda like a beacon, specially so close to our camp."
"So, what'cha here for?"