04-09-2018, 10:41 PM
YOU'LL KNOW I WASN'T JOKING WHEN YOU SEE THEM TOO
The witching hour, it did something to her senses. Between the dreaded hour, argus' beasts spoke to her- convincing her to hunt. Like a long forgotten memory, she followed along with Obscuro's traits- hunting at night not to eat but to devour. Power thrummed under her paws as she crushed the other's chest, tongue comming to sweep the lingering feeling of the soul slide down the back of her throat. She had little doubt that other's had not seen the romance of this hour's effects on her. Leaving their bodies sprawled open in the jungle until the wildlife dealt with it. Blood stained her maw, her claws and made the color of her eyes only shine more brightly within the starless- lightless eve of dawn.
It was only during the lingering thrum of power, high clearing her senses- sweeping them through the entirety of the clan, that she felt the hush but persistent darkness. So like the wyrm that she glimpsed between worlds- that cooed at her. She felt the mark of the diviner's creation on her shoulder now. Scarless and without a mark- it seared it's presence to the forefront of her mind. The hints of familiarity in it's presence as the presence clawed into her senses. Dark red eyes constricting in the night as her breath stuttered. She knew- she knew him.
It was similar to Killula, in a sense- except it wasn't. This beast was not a person to be trifled with, he did not interest her as much as he frightened her. She remembers her brief time within the riverside, the dark scales- innocent eyes blinking up at her- she had forged the time when he came to realize who she was. She mostly preyed that he wasn't looking for her. It would do her no good to move now- THe typhoon really was such a lovely place. She just got promoted too.
Still, she was brave, if not stupid. And following along the lingering trace of Lucifer. If nothing else, she knew him well enough not to flee into the night at first sight. He was not a Harbinger of death as he liked to play to be. At least not now- not yet. He waited by the border- patient even, she wasn't sure other's would be able to look past the embodiment of darkness standing on the border though.
"You know, I left mostly to escape my mistakes, why is it that they seem to follow me?" She wined lowly, entirely serious but, not expecting an answer as much as she was trying to explain a little before he went for her throat. Ruby eyes locked on the glowing red scar along his maw, and she rubbed at the gaping hole in her chest at the sight. He was large and monstrous, just as she remembered. If only in a different body. She felt a pang of envy, misplaced as it may be. No matter how powerful, how thunderous and while her own power was, the ability to shift- to become a beast that could fly and hurtle fire so naturally as a dragon eluded her. She had no doubt that it would continue to do so if only to spite her.
As much as she would like to rant in tandem with her problems, she held her tongue before Lucifer. Dark eyes lit with the past high of bloodlust and now trepidation. As much as Argus would like to run- to flee this clan there was little doubt that he would follow. If not to demand the answers that he was so insistent on getting before then to just pester her. Remind her that Hecate chose wrong because hecate was dead- they all were. everyone was dead and he was the reminder. He was one of the few that she wished would stay dead if only to escape him.
He was her father in law afterall.
It was only during the lingering thrum of power, high clearing her senses- sweeping them through the entirety of the clan, that she felt the hush but persistent darkness. So like the wyrm that she glimpsed between worlds- that cooed at her. She felt the mark of the diviner's creation on her shoulder now. Scarless and without a mark- it seared it's presence to the forefront of her mind. The hints of familiarity in it's presence as the presence clawed into her senses. Dark red eyes constricting in the night as her breath stuttered. She knew- she knew him.
It was similar to Killula, in a sense- except it wasn't. This beast was not a person to be trifled with, he did not interest her as much as he frightened her. She remembers her brief time within the riverside, the dark scales- innocent eyes blinking up at her- she had forged the time when he came to realize who she was. She mostly preyed that he wasn't looking for her. It would do her no good to move now- THe typhoon really was such a lovely place. She just got promoted too.
Still, she was brave, if not stupid. And following along the lingering trace of Lucifer. If nothing else, she knew him well enough not to flee into the night at first sight. He was not a Harbinger of death as he liked to play to be. At least not now- not yet. He waited by the border- patient even, she wasn't sure other's would be able to look past the embodiment of darkness standing on the border though.
"You know, I left mostly to escape my mistakes, why is it that they seem to follow me?" She wined lowly, entirely serious but, not expecting an answer as much as she was trying to explain a little before he went for her throat. Ruby eyes locked on the glowing red scar along his maw, and she rubbed at the gaping hole in her chest at the sight. He was large and monstrous, just as she remembered. If only in a different body. She felt a pang of envy, misplaced as it may be. No matter how powerful, how thunderous and while her own power was, the ability to shift- to become a beast that could fly and hurtle fire so naturally as a dragon eluded her. She had no doubt that it would continue to do so if only to spite her.
As much as she would like to rant in tandem with her problems, she held her tongue before Lucifer. Dark eyes lit with the past high of bloodlust and now trepidation. As much as Argus would like to run- to flee this clan there was little doubt that he would follow. If not to demand the answers that he was so insistent on getting before then to just pester her. Remind her that Hecate chose wrong because hecate was dead- they all were. everyone was dead and he was the reminder. He was one of the few that she wished would stay dead if only to escape him.
He was her father in law afterall.