07-30-2018, 02:23 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;"] on the head of the large dragon, two figures bickered.It felt odd not to be the one flying while sitting atop their father’s head. Dull red eyes zeroed in on the no longer lavender shade of luca’s. Argus threatened to push luca off the great dragon- and they would too if it wasn’t for the fact that lucifer would probably swoop back in to saving them. and be forced to fly alongside. While it was odd to not be the one flying it was a nice relieve, after the many trips they took to snowbound before- they weren’t going around being ungrateful.
It might’ve been fun if Argus wasn’t thinking too much on the fact of where they were going. Not the fact that enemy territory bothered them- being the deputy of their crew. If that wasn’t a loaded statement they had no idea what was. Because the fact of the matter was that argus had been a deputy before, and it wasn’t too long ago either. More recent than the fire in the desert was the fire by sea. Where argus snapped in a way that they hadn’t in a long long while.
Argus would always have a tie to their memories, even when they in turn do not openly acknowledge them. Memories were often time painful, and only recently good. Riverside was it’s own stain on the beast’s past. They went there with impure intentions, they went there to bury themselves in revenge and even in that they fucked it up. Looking to bury her ghosts and in extension part of themselves with it. And when things turned good they snapped out- lashed out aggressively.
They regretted.
They were jolted out of their thoughts when Lucifer landed, and Argus hesitated stepping from their father. Dull red eyes scanning the border for a moment as if their past self was waiting around the corner. “Hm... my favorite.” Argus muttered with little amusement and only carefully veiled hesitation.
It might’ve been fun if Argus wasn’t thinking too much on the fact of where they were going. Not the fact that enemy territory bothered them- being the deputy of their crew. If that wasn’t a loaded statement they had no idea what was. Because the fact of the matter was that argus had been a deputy before, and it wasn’t too long ago either. More recent than the fire in the desert was the fire by sea. Where argus snapped in a way that they hadn’t in a long long while.
Argus would always have a tie to their memories, even when they in turn do not openly acknowledge them. Memories were often time painful, and only recently good. Riverside was it’s own stain on the beast’s past. They went there with impure intentions, they went there to bury themselves in revenge and even in that they fucked it up. Looking to bury her ghosts and in extension part of themselves with it. And when things turned good they snapped out- lashed out aggressively.
They regretted.
They were jolted out of their thoughts when Lucifer landed, and Argus hesitated stepping from their father. Dull red eyes scanning the border for a moment as if their past self was waiting around the corner. “Hm... my favorite.” Argus muttered with little amusement and only carefully veiled hesitation.