03-30-2018, 09:29 AM
&& BLOOD CLEARING - NEW BEGINNINGS!
Argus’ training was unique enough that she was rather known for being unpredictable before, whether it was due to the insanity of her early years or it was because she taught herself most things she knew she didn't bother to try and discern. She however took a blessing when she saw one. Allowing her reputation to grow before she changed something fundamentally, enough for her to change her name again. In a way her names held power, and invoking one in her’s in her presence was enough to draw those specific characteristics out. Not that any had ever managed to link and of the names together. It was disappointing, but expected, people were there names as much as they were their clan.
It was interesting, names took on special meaning to the creature- as it did to any animal: Argus’ first name, her given name was one of innocence. It spoke of her ties to a clan she never knew to the mother and father who lacked to raise her: Her second name was a declaration of freedoms from her parents- but as time passed and she was pushed and pushed it became a curse, a burden on her back a fulfilling prophecy. Obscuro was tainted, she was the swelling darkness and there was irony in her name then. A cruel bitter joke that made her laugh even in the worst of times: Her third name she had ever taken was never uttered, it was a bloody name given to her from a demons maws as it spoke from the cusp of her insanity. It is the promise of power through sacrifice, through free will: Now, this name not meant to be an end but a new beginning. Argus. The name of a watcher. Because the time to rage, to kill for the sake of another voice was gone. To allow herself to be controlled by her instincts is ceased to be.
Argus was not a beast, but a new creature all together. She had watched the world- watched all of animal kind fall into the world with open hearts and twist them so. - she had watched animal-kind wonder the earth with open minds and open hearts. She stood at the edge of it all, and watched as animals tore into one other, watched small innocent children grow to be monsters. Through pale crimson eyes Argus would watch with wonder to the end, no matter how evolved some of them seemed to be- Civilization was a construct created by rationality, but animals were not meant to rationalize. As soon as the time come Argus would watch with joy as each heart was once again left open and bare to the elements of their own destruction. Watch as these civilizations fall apart with awe and bask in the anarchy as rational pointed the finger every which-way.
Watch. Wait. Prey.
It was a new motto, if she ever considered some sort of silly motto to follow. The journey of life was a test to anyone, to test everything; so she prefers to call it a theory. An idea of the future as she bides her time for a waking moment.
She remembers seeing the sun for the first time in moons. Toxic green and blue swirled in her left crazed eye, sawed off wings abandoned in the sewers. When dog-tags still hung across her neck with a prayer of good hunting, that proclaimed her the heir of thorns and betrayal. She remembers the coyness of other’s fear. Remembers the predatory bliss of watching the city come to flames. Destroying the city dwellers and driving them to the sewers. Into her playing field. The end of her demon’s moon the season for insanity came to an end with the legacy of burning and death.
She remembers the apathy. The aimless wandering. Remembers the desperation that licked up her heart for purpose and a little voice whispered a distraction- A direction. Riverclan is that way mom - don’t you remember me mom? Don’t you want to avenge me? The iron bound would had turned, she had let her son lead the way, and ignored the chain slowly eating it’s way to his chest. Ignored the screams turning into howls and Ignored everything but what she thought he would have wanted her to do.
Ignorance, that bled away. With a sonnet on a bloody tongue as dead eyes lit with love. As the world started to erode until there was nothing but two, until she was choking on the feeling again. Drowning but never wanting to surface. Living but never wanting to breathe. Love it destroyed her poison with a sweetness when her claws and fangs slowly blunted and her stomach swelled she had forgotten what it felt like to hate forgot the hole that was steadily growing in her chest.
And then she was a single parent for their unnamed child. She clutched a ring with her first name and watched as bright fur, the same dull eyes and bloody lips were encased in dirt, and she had something else to grieve. She screamed and raged and that pink bowtie, a grave hastily dug just for a fleck of sparkling cloth. A ring looped around the center, and the tie had been hidden. Preserved in her den and died to a stuffed bear for Willow.
She had loved, and she had loved foolishly. She had loved their child wholly and ignored the spark of blue power, the fights, the bloody dribbling from her daughter’s mouth and smiled blissfully past the dull dead eyes that were so much like her fathers. She pushed Kanato, she pushed his wailings from her mind and protected her daughter and smiled.
But dreams have to end eventually.
And she awoke to the same blood and fire, and whispered into the wind never again.
Thoughts such as these were dangerous, and already she felt her mind spiraling. Outwardly, the silence stretched too long. Her eyes were getting darker and her body slowly tensed, words circling in her head as the symphony of screams rose to attention in her head. It was not a voice that brought her here, none but her own.
She had never claimed to be good, and to a very distinct point she had claimed herself evil. She had laughed at those that labeled her monster and showed them what they thought true.In the similar way, she had no doubt that she would play to the same whims of any animal she found amusing. Playing the role they threw at her, and enjoying every second of it because there was a shift, a difference within her mind to the point where all the restlessness just settled. She did not need to prove herself to anyone else, because no one else would ever know her enough to judge her fully. Know her story and her names, there were very few who ever knew the whole truth.
The Typhoon? That's what I've been hearing so far around here. I wonder why all these different groups decided this area would be a good place to settle down
Dull red eyes come back into focus, she notices the other’s gaze on her itching her instincts into drive at the assessing look he gives her. She merely tilts her head towards him, smile still on her features but less amused now, more humoring. Remembering dreams of tearing this little messenger apart. The nightmares where blood fell from his lips as he watched his mentor destroy her child with the same shade of azure she had had at the time.
“I don’t usually tend to follow the same rules that others do.” She hid a laugh in her voice, the low rumble making her voice sound like the tumble of the earth. “[color=#cc3232]But it doesn't take much to see you’re digging. Information like that might cost ya something ya ain’t willing to give.[/colot]” She was amused though, and the grin on her face didn’t shift as she shifted on her back legs, relaxing a little more and stretching out a wing behind her?