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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?
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Memories were a dangerous thing to them. Dark obtrusive thoughts argus had practice keeping out. Living with ghosts that were easy to ignore until they weren't. Until one ghost actually had a voice, and a body- and argus was left facing someone they knew long ago. Trying to decipher if the vision was actually real or another illusion. Times were argus shook with the revelations of what they have done- times that these ghosts seem to haunt her most.
But Pincher was right, in that they helped define a person. It was very rarely that their memories would become a comfort to them. Only the recent one's were, now a days. Most of their past- most of their lives were filled with regret. It is not something easy to come from, not something easy to manage either. But they were apart of them now, and sometimes, in the darker nights argus can admit to the necessity of these regrets. You need to mourn to be able to move on, and argus still had a lot to mourn, still had a lot of regrets to push through to ever be free of this mess.
It was easier to stay focused when they had people to entertain. Being alone wasn't best for them, and it was the reason why they needed a clan around them. People to annoy and trick and talk to. It was easier to push past memories and thoughts and ghosts when they could focus on the present around them. So they always migrated closer to their crewmates, and they wished they could say it was the sounds of conversation that drew them in.
But argus' ability to sense spirits has always been keener than their nose and ears, sharper than eyes. Hunting down spirits- living or dead had only honned it. And like many things- argus sometimes got feelings. Sensing someone fimiluar- something that they knew wasn't there, but they followed it anyways. It was one of the reasons they strayed from the border even now. The feeling of a spirit that they knew- a daughter, a sisiter- a mother sometimes. But this one was close. Argus did not rush closer, still within the borders. But as they got closer to the border the sense only got stronger. and dread- anticipation on the tip of their tongue. When they landed they spotted an unfimiluar animal. But the eyes- those eyes were f i m u l u a r.
Through narrowed eyes, the wolf stepped up to the side of pincher. Dull red eyes watching the other tensely. "Hn."
Memories were a dangerous thing to them. Dark obtrusive thoughts argus had practice keeping out. Living with ghosts that were easy to ignore until they weren't. Until one ghost actually had a voice, and a body- and argus was left facing someone they knew long ago. Trying to decipher if the vision was actually real or another illusion. Times were argus shook with the revelations of what they have done- times that these ghosts seem to haunt her most.
But Pincher was right, in that they helped define a person. It was very rarely that their memories would become a comfort to them. Only the recent one's were, now a days. Most of their past- most of their lives were filled with regret. It is not something easy to come from, not something easy to manage either. But they were apart of them now, and sometimes, in the darker nights argus can admit to the necessity of these regrets. You need to mourn to be able to move on, and argus still had a lot to mourn, still had a lot of regrets to push through to ever be free of this mess.
It was easier to stay focused when they had people to entertain. Being alone wasn't best for them, and it was the reason why they needed a clan around them. People to annoy and trick and talk to. It was easier to push past memories and thoughts and ghosts when they could focus on the present around them. So they always migrated closer to their crewmates, and they wished they could say it was the sounds of conversation that drew them in.
But argus' ability to sense spirits has always been keener than their nose and ears, sharper than eyes. Hunting down spirits- living or dead had only honned it. And like many things- argus sometimes got feelings. Sensing someone fimiluar- something that they knew wasn't there, but they followed it anyways. It was one of the reasons they strayed from the border even now. The feeling of a spirit that they knew- a daughter, a sisiter- a mother sometimes. But this one was close. Argus did not rush closer, still within the borders. But as they got closer to the border the sense only got stronger. and dread- anticipation on the tip of their tongue. When they landed they spotted an unfimiluar animal. But the eyes- those eyes were f i m u l u a r.
Through narrowed eyes, the wolf stepped up to the side of pincher. Dull red eyes watching the other tensely. "Hn."