ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ sᴄʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ
It could be years, months- eons of time and argus could still see each pivot in their own design. From a simple name change- a shift in their personality. They could talk and chatter about the way insanity clung to their pelt now like a second skin- a shadow that was persistent in every thought. they could confess what it was like to claw the life out of someone very dear to them, how killing their sister was just as easy as any lethal skirmish. A body was just a body- a brain was just a brain. they were, in all manner of speakings a monster, and if they were only that it would be so much easier.
when they were little, they were never taught the word. It was an insult that prisoners flung, as if petty wordplay would release them from calling a pup that. Argus hated the word for that purpose alone, a word that animal's caged and controlled used. A pathetic attempt at getting the last word in before they died. monster; aurgus never argued against them either. who were they to deny the final words of a dying animal?
It made killing easy- inexplicably easy for them. Put death in simple terms to a child and turned them into machines of war. Even now argus didn't flinch or recoil away from the stench of a body- the stench of death as people taken to calling it, too pretty a phrase for something horrid as a body defecating everywhere. They did not leave either, instead walking closer- trying to make sense of the odd physicality of it's shape. a mutation that looked similar to one of their clanmates. although the little orca-turned kitten hadn't been seen for a while much either.
Slowly, the sounds of sobbing could be heard, a spirit with a chain attached the the ground afraid of it's own body. It was a monster miss. the ghost echoed, a stutter on it's lips. To anyone who could see what happened, to anyone who could hear- the ghost was unused to being not seen, and reached out to them. But argus didn't pay any mind to the stabbing hunger. They used to be a scavenger- and if they were desperate enough they might've. But tonight wasn't that kind of night. maybe it was just because they uttered that word- monster that Argus walked away without speaking. following the tracks of their own ghost. Let the spirit turn hollow. Let it fester and argus would do nothing to help them. They wanted to see a monster? Wanted to dub one of argus' friends as such?
Except, argus did not feel satisfaction. The cold chill of the ghost passing through them, the louder sounds of the ghost crying- realizing. Just numbing, focused on their own agenda. after all, a monster was near, wasn't he?
Argus had their own reservations about kazumi, too similar to someone else to let ignorance lie- but too real to be a ghost. The hollow followed the blood trail, keeping silent more because it was their default setting than any means to sneak or kindness to sleeping ears. Argus had never hidden who they were too this clan, and the crew- their home had never asked for specifics. Like many it was easy to brush of as history. Too many too busy burying their own to notice another monster slipping into the ranks. the question was wither "kazumi" was hiding or not, wither he wanted to be recognized. confronted.
"So, you go by kazumi now then?" Argust kept their voice monotone, not board and droll like it was at the border when this ghost showed his face. While argus did not see recognition for who they were, they saw a flash of knowing. The nature of their spirit wasn't openly discussed either, but kazumi had seemed ready to out them at that moment too. They wondered slightly, what would happen. Would anyone bat an eye? "is that because you honestly forgot your name, or is this just another shed skin for you, ka-zu-mi?"
//heckin sorry it took so long to reply ^^"
when they were little, they were never taught the word. It was an insult that prisoners flung, as if petty wordplay would release them from calling a pup that. Argus hated the word for that purpose alone, a word that animal's caged and controlled used. A pathetic attempt at getting the last word in before they died. monster; aurgus never argued against them either. who were they to deny the final words of a dying animal?
It made killing easy- inexplicably easy for them. Put death in simple terms to a child and turned them into machines of war. Even now argus didn't flinch or recoil away from the stench of a body- the stench of death as people taken to calling it, too pretty a phrase for something horrid as a body defecating everywhere. They did not leave either, instead walking closer- trying to make sense of the odd physicality of it's shape. a mutation that looked similar to one of their clanmates. although the little orca-turned kitten hadn't been seen for a while much either.
Slowly, the sounds of sobbing could be heard, a spirit with a chain attached the the ground afraid of it's own body. It was a monster miss. the ghost echoed, a stutter on it's lips. To anyone who could see what happened, to anyone who could hear- the ghost was unused to being not seen, and reached out to them. But argus didn't pay any mind to the stabbing hunger. They used to be a scavenger- and if they were desperate enough they might've. But tonight wasn't that kind of night. maybe it was just because they uttered that word- monster that Argus walked away without speaking. following the tracks of their own ghost. Let the spirit turn hollow. Let it fester and argus would do nothing to help them. They wanted to see a monster? Wanted to dub one of argus' friends as such?
Except, argus did not feel satisfaction. The cold chill of the ghost passing through them, the louder sounds of the ghost crying- realizing. Just numbing, focused on their own agenda. after all, a monster was near, wasn't he?
Argus had their own reservations about kazumi, too similar to someone else to let ignorance lie- but too real to be a ghost. The hollow followed the blood trail, keeping silent more because it was their default setting than any means to sneak or kindness to sleeping ears. Argus had never hidden who they were too this clan, and the crew- their home had never asked for specifics. Like many it was easy to brush of as history. Too many too busy burying their own to notice another monster slipping into the ranks. the question was wither "kazumi" was hiding or not, wither he wanted to be recognized. confronted.
"So, you go by kazumi now then?" Argust kept their voice monotone, not board and droll like it was at the border when this ghost showed his face. While argus did not see recognition for who they were, they saw a flash of knowing. The nature of their spirit wasn't openly discussed either, but kazumi had seemed ready to out them at that moment too. They wondered slightly, what would happen. Would anyone bat an eye? "is that because you honestly forgot your name, or is this just another shed skin for you, ka-zu-mi?"
//heckin sorry it took so long to reply ^^"
I LEARNED THE VOICES DIED WITH ME
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[glow=white,2,20] - a pity this city has ruined us [b]![/glow]
[glow=white,2,20] - a pity this city has ruined us [b]![/glow]