&& BLOOD CLEARING - NEW BEGINNINGS!
It was a dangerous gamble to claim a home so shortly. When these clans were just forming it was hard to see where they would land if they would live past their first season together if she would be alone again. Left to suffer the fates of isolation again. Gus was not a gambler, but she was impulsive and smart enough to adapt to her decisions easily. To live with them and somehow float atop the sins of her others in apathy bordering caution. It wasn't with care that she chooses her home, but now that she was here and she would not change it. Already making connections, it was frightening and thrilling. Her sanity was based on her connections with others, and without something to keep her from losing control, she had little doubt what would happen.
Argus' memories were fuzzy at the best of the time, it was the others that reminded her, not keeping her sane, but keeping her herself. Reminding her that she was different. But she remembered killua, the apprentice who wasn't really. The one who started her down the decent with her dead daughter. If she were obscuro, maybe she would lose herself in a rage. If she were zacktov, she would wrap around him and taunt him. But she wasn't, she was different.
The equally white wolf watched the other as they approached. Light red eyes inquisitive, but not intrusive, not pressing for answers. She did not need to ask who he was, and was more curious why he was at here at her current home more than anything. "What can I do for ya?" In a lazy draw the beast spoke. Feathered limbs flicking close. She did not smile, but she was polite.
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Argus' memories were fuzzy at the best of the time, it was the others that reminded her, not keeping her sane, but keeping her herself. Reminding her that she was different. But she remembered killua, the apprentice who wasn't really. The one who started her down the decent with her dead daughter. If she were obscuro, maybe she would lose herself in a rage. If she were zacktov, she would wrap around him and taunt him. But she wasn't, she was different.
The equally white wolf watched the other as they approached. Light red eyes inquisitive, but not intrusive, not pressing for answers. She did not need to ask who he was, and was more curious why he was at here at her current home more than anything. "What can I do for ya?" In a lazy draw the beast spoke. Feathered limbs flicking close. She did not smile, but she was polite.
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