04-02-2018, 05:45 PM
&& BLOOD CLEARING - NEW BEGINNINGS!
Argus was still getting used to the quirks of the typhoon, this home was not unlike the riverside and she had found herself settled in a larger fox den under a hollow tree. A place to store her goods and rest. This island did not have the red sands and gnarled redwoods, but it had sand and the scent of water-kissed air that brought tears to her eyes on truly nostalgic days.
She remembers walking up a similar beach, watching her own daughter play with his uncle and glitter bomb those who dare escape the water for dry land. She remembers Luca, the demon minx that captured her daughter's heart coming to riverside frantic, calling out and declaring her daughter missing. Willow was not the first she had lost. Her graceless gift allowing her to see the demise of all she loved. It left her cold, it left her hollow most days. But seldom she found herself walking this beach, and expecting to see a familiar shade of pitch and honey-brown eyes looking up to her with a smile not unlike her own when she was little.
It was a day of thinking of ghosts- a day that Argus had usually spent alone that she spotted the trio. Isoef tending to the two joiners and their small boat bearly for one. But one of them was so pathetically small and it reminded her even more, she could feel her heart clench in long-suffering agony and pushes to welcome them to her home- their new home.
"Welcome ashore then, welcome home." It was an odd saying, but Argus was odd, and she felt some of her grimier surface between the melancholy. Ruby red eyes sparking to life between the dull shade as she kept her eyes away from the younger of the two and try to ignore the pricks in her own eyes. "Name's Argus, or gus if you'd like"
She remembers walking up a similar beach, watching her own daughter play with his uncle and glitter bomb those who dare escape the water for dry land. She remembers Luca, the demon minx that captured her daughter's heart coming to riverside frantic, calling out and declaring her daughter missing. Willow was not the first she had lost. Her graceless gift allowing her to see the demise of all she loved. It left her cold, it left her hollow most days. But seldom she found herself walking this beach, and expecting to see a familiar shade of pitch and honey-brown eyes looking up to her with a smile not unlike her own when she was little.
It was a day of thinking of ghosts- a day that Argus had usually spent alone that she spotted the trio. Isoef tending to the two joiners and their small boat bearly for one. But one of them was so pathetically small and it reminded her even more, she could feel her heart clench in long-suffering agony and pushes to welcome them to her home- their new home.
"Welcome ashore then, welcome home." It was an odd saying, but Argus was odd, and she felt some of her grimier surface between the melancholy. Ruby red eyes sparking to life between the dull shade as she kept her eyes away from the younger of the two and try to ignore the pricks in her own eyes. "Name's Argus, or gus if you'd like"