YOU'LL KNOW I WASN'T JOKING WHEN YOU SEE THEM TOO
Argus was accustomed to feral. She dealt with it on the daily, but in another sense. Spirits who've gone rouge, left without proper burial usually lingered, and most turned feral quite quickly. But it was not her job to judge spirits, it was her job to send them off, to either the afterlife of their beliefes or... Or she could hunt them for herself. She could devour the spirit and indulge in her own feral beast in the quest for power.
But here, on the sand, tides brushing across the sands argus would have to judge. Dull red eyes watched the two converse for a while before she moved to join them. WIngs carrying her a little closer- quicker. "Smart little fucker, arn't you." Argus murmured, watching the other.
There was a fine line between sentience and feral. What separated their little group from the rest was a simple reason. Most animals- most ferals indulged in instinct. Argus herself has toed the line, has allowed herself to become feral only to regret it as soon as she regained her conscious mind. Here, she could see reason in the other's eyes, could see instinct battleing it as well and she smiled at the other, the large wolf pushing closer, but out of the other's ability to lunge for. "You're safe here, for the most part. You gotta voice? Do you understand us?"
But here, on the sand, tides brushing across the sands argus would have to judge. Dull red eyes watched the two converse for a while before she moved to join them. WIngs carrying her a little closer- quicker. "Smart little fucker, arn't you." Argus murmured, watching the other.
There was a fine line between sentience and feral. What separated their little group from the rest was a simple reason. Most animals- most ferals indulged in instinct. Argus herself has toed the line, has allowed herself to become feral only to regret it as soon as she regained her conscious mind. Here, she could see reason in the other's eyes, could see instinct battleing it as well and she smiled at the other, the large wolf pushing closer, but out of the other's ability to lunge for. "You're safe here, for the most part. You gotta voice? Do you understand us?"