04-02-2018, 04:47 PM
&& BLOOD CLEARING - NEW BEGINNINGS!
Ruby eyes flashed in the undergrowth, mirth lighting in the dull hue, a wicked gleam of ivory shining through ashen white fur. Argus remembers what it was like to live the life of a dark-furred wolf. Remembers her life before the effects of one too many tortures took hold of her. How the distant whispers were worrying, but now it rattles. It clicks and it chorts and chuffles for attention, a yappling begging to be fed the woes of her mortality. A starving creature by all count, but insistent all the same.
There are days, Argus things, days when her head is clear and days when it is not. Today was iffy. Each moment of clarity like a breath of fresh air, but each moment her mind is blissfully silent it is like the buzz of booze that no longer affects her. Enhancing her perception to a limited view, and pushing the thought of powers of control far far away. Today is iffy because she tetters as if she were the sole balancing point of the world and she was drunkenly getting the balance like a foolish child.
Insanity is not a disease, it does not stay for good or leave forever. It lingers, and it disappears as quickly as it comes. Argus feels it chipping away at her control relentlessly pulling at her senses. There are times she feels more like the beast she used to be, and it's waking up covered in blood that she hates the most, it's the feeling of lingering regret, of having to repress a part of herself just for the sake of control. When did suppressing part of herself have anything to do with sanity? When did it amount to her control?
Unlike the sith's careful picking it was not of a sound mind she made her home here. She did not cross the bridge unto the island, she flew until she stumbled on an almost desert and thought home. She was too resigned, too attached to the word. And already the sentiment carried here, in the drunken fights at the pubs to the lazy, relaxed demeanor of her 'crew'mates. She had seen no reason to prove herself to this clan and this clan had welcomed her like a normal denizen. It was great if it didn't writhe inside her gut uncomfortably.
She kept to the foliage until the other spoke. A flight of white undetectable among the grass, an assassin trained, even if her days of silent killing where long gone. She still held the edge, the ability to keep herself hidden until she chose to allow herself to be seen. When Raven spoke it was with a clear voice, the domestic poised and toxic green eyes flashing through the undergrowth, searching for a presence it no doubt felt. Well, now as a good as time as any, she assumed.
She brushed past the bush next to her, twigs scraping through coarse fur, silver line scars flashing into the sun before her fur settles back carefully, wings folding over most of her form. Dark ruby eyes watch the other for a moment longer, a learned tick to analyze and unnerve.
"I welcome you to our home then- to your new home, Ravan was it?" She kept her voice light, even at the dark timbre of a growl. Her sound almost as if losing the ability to speak constantly. "I am Argus."
(tl;dr- Argus is creepy but is trying to be welcomeing / Welcome!)
There are days, Argus things, days when her head is clear and days when it is not. Today was iffy. Each moment of clarity like a breath of fresh air, but each moment her mind is blissfully silent it is like the buzz of booze that no longer affects her. Enhancing her perception to a limited view, and pushing the thought of powers of control far far away. Today is iffy because she tetters as if she were the sole balancing point of the world and she was drunkenly getting the balance like a foolish child.
Insanity is not a disease, it does not stay for good or leave forever. It lingers, and it disappears as quickly as it comes. Argus feels it chipping away at her control relentlessly pulling at her senses. There are times she feels more like the beast she used to be, and it's waking up covered in blood that she hates the most, it's the feeling of lingering regret, of having to repress a part of herself just for the sake of control. When did suppressing part of herself have anything to do with sanity? When did it amount to her control?
Unlike the sith's careful picking it was not of a sound mind she made her home here. She did not cross the bridge unto the island, she flew until she stumbled on an almost desert and thought home. She was too resigned, too attached to the word. And already the sentiment carried here, in the drunken fights at the pubs to the lazy, relaxed demeanor of her 'crew'mates. She had seen no reason to prove herself to this clan and this clan had welcomed her like a normal denizen. It was great if it didn't writhe inside her gut uncomfortably.
She kept to the foliage until the other spoke. A flight of white undetectable among the grass, an assassin trained, even if her days of silent killing where long gone. She still held the edge, the ability to keep herself hidden until she chose to allow herself to be seen. When Raven spoke it was with a clear voice, the domestic poised and toxic green eyes flashing through the undergrowth, searching for a presence it no doubt felt. Well, now as a good as time as any, she assumed.
She brushed past the bush next to her, twigs scraping through coarse fur, silver line scars flashing into the sun before her fur settles back carefully, wings folding over most of her form. Dark ruby eyes watch the other for a moment longer, a learned tick to analyze and unnerve.
"I welcome you to our home then- to your new home, Ravan was it?" She kept her voice light, even at the dark timbre of a growl. Her sound almost as if losing the ability to speak constantly. "I am Argus."
(tl;dr- Argus is creepy but is trying to be welcomeing / Welcome!)