&& BLOOD CLEARING - NEW BEGINNINGS!
Argus wasn't the same she used to be, and that was the deciding factor in all of this. She wasn't Whisper, wasn't Obscuro or Zactov. She was not a bigger beast of malice and rage, but she was weary. She knew, knew this apprentice who stood at the border and felt no fear. He was a killer, he was an assassin and when Obscuro challenged him once, when she was still grieving and unstable she had lost. She had run to lick her wounds and survived out of spite. Argus did not live out of spite. She did not live to kill her enemies, but rather live for those that died alongside her.
She was, however not a hero. Argus had very skewed ideas, she would kill when it proved to benefit her. She would brainwash if she felt bored. She was a creature of instability and malice, but she was not an beast. The biggest difference between her and the rest of them, the rest of herself was that she was in control of herself. But she had lost many, she had lost too many- enough to drive whatever moral off and do the unthinkable for something as simple as enjoyment. She never bothered to keep count of her kills. The number lost when she was a kid, and she hadn't bothered to keep remembering. Killing was considered a mercy to her, but it was what she could do while her prey was alive that she enjoyed most.
Innocence was something to be broken, and the creature was sure that she was born with it. Created in a small den with innocence and milk. But soon grew cold, grew hollow until she knew nothing but loneliness. Until she learned how to live for herself and live out of spite of a mother who didn't want her. Spite of the parents that weren't there and died too early. The family that broke her, the mate that left, the kid that couldn't stay within the border. She saw herself as a great help to the little. Kids were adaptable, they were mailable and it was key to get them young as you could. Tell them what the world is like, and they will play the world with eyes open. She was once the beast that mother's hushed to tell their kids. She was once the kit snatcher that gave back a ticking time bomb. Gave back a hollow shell filled with just the right amount to destroy everything a childhood was meant to be.
The scent on Killua wasn't detectable, but she doubted that if she looked around she could find his actual home, not that she was too interested. Not yet at least- she was still settling- which proved to further the statement of why was he here? He took notice of her, and did not see a threat. Well good for her, she could at least remember what it was like to hide in plain sight. She smiled if only for that thought as he started to speak. "This is the Typhoon. We're still setting up, to be honest, but I'm pretty sure everyone is." It wasn't a secret, and yet she found her self watching the other's reaction as she spoke. "Well, if you're looking for a fight you're probably in the right place, but I'm sure on chatting here."
And finally the last of his words were addressed, the question was innocent, but the tellings were clear to the well-trained eye. While he could pretend, he was still an apprentice. Old enough to know what he needed, but not as well as an adult. As a shinigami- as an immortal, however you well pleased to put it. And the glint in ruby hues flickered with an indescribable emotion, the smile sitting across her features was unnerving. "Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?" He didn't remeber and that would be where she set her trap.
/ahh, wrong account there for a momment! ;~;
She was, however not a hero. Argus had very skewed ideas, she would kill when it proved to benefit her. She would brainwash if she felt bored. She was a creature of instability and malice, but she was not an beast. The biggest difference between her and the rest of them, the rest of herself was that she was in control of herself. But she had lost many, she had lost too many- enough to drive whatever moral off and do the unthinkable for something as simple as enjoyment. She never bothered to keep count of her kills. The number lost when she was a kid, and she hadn't bothered to keep remembering. Killing was considered a mercy to her, but it was what she could do while her prey was alive that she enjoyed most.
Innocence was something to be broken, and the creature was sure that she was born with it. Created in a small den with innocence and milk. But soon grew cold, grew hollow until she knew nothing but loneliness. Until she learned how to live for herself and live out of spite of a mother who didn't want her. Spite of the parents that weren't there and died too early. The family that broke her, the mate that left, the kid that couldn't stay within the border. She saw herself as a great help to the little. Kids were adaptable, they were mailable and it was key to get them young as you could. Tell them what the world is like, and they will play the world with eyes open. She was once the beast that mother's hushed to tell their kids. She was once the kit snatcher that gave back a ticking time bomb. Gave back a hollow shell filled with just the right amount to destroy everything a childhood was meant to be.
The scent on Killua wasn't detectable, but she doubted that if she looked around she could find his actual home, not that she was too interested. Not yet at least- she was still settling- which proved to further the statement of why was he here? He took notice of her, and did not see a threat. Well good for her, she could at least remember what it was like to hide in plain sight. She smiled if only for that thought as he started to speak. "This is the Typhoon. We're still setting up, to be honest, but I'm pretty sure everyone is." It wasn't a secret, and yet she found her self watching the other's reaction as she spoke. "Well, if you're looking for a fight you're probably in the right place, but I'm sure on chatting here."
And finally the last of his words were addressed, the question was innocent, but the tellings were clear to the well-trained eye. While he could pretend, he was still an apprentice. Old enough to know what he needed, but not as well as an adult. As a shinigami- as an immortal, however you well pleased to put it. And the glint in ruby hues flickered with an indescribable emotion, the smile sitting across her features was unnerving. "Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?" He didn't remeber and that would be where she set her trap.
/ahh, wrong account there for a momment! ;~;