11-07-2018, 11:11 PM
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IT'S A WICKED TWISTED FABLE
IT'S A WICKED TWISTED FABLE
Argus remembers goldie, bright kind- open. Something was off, distorted- different and argus didn't like the change. Goldie was a fixture of the clan, and since she has been gone it had been with a mounting dread that she thought goldie was gone but- but she was here- she was safe, but the image she portrayed was different- flawed somehow. More real and more tragic that the bright bubbly kid argus knew her as. Goldenluxurie's stutter was new, and the cars littering the kid's form were... worrying, the closer argus got the more the facade seemed to crack under her studious gaze. Golden had grown. Grown shyer of herself, unsure of her home and apparently- the things she had loved. It was troubling.
The sounds of bickering crewmates was enough to cut argus' gaze and attention. The flick of their whip like tail in the trio's direction- so much for a peaceful lesson. But somehow it was more lively, and the tumultuous peace argus felt of the area restored briefly with the sound droning as a white noise. "I was born in a desert" Argus admitted bluntly as she came closer, settling along the putter rim of one of the larger blankets. Tail curling round their curled wings. "Of course, I've since relocated... years ago, but even i don't know much about out border's depths" Tales of sirens and monsteorus krakens lurking in the depths was enough to spook any seasoned sailor, but there was always a hint of truth in the tales commonly told- argus learned that the hard way.
The sounds of bickering crewmates was enough to cut argus' gaze and attention. The flick of their whip like tail in the trio's direction- so much for a peaceful lesson. But somehow it was more lively, and the tumultuous peace argus felt of the area restored briefly with the sound droning as a white noise. "I was born in a desert" Argus admitted bluntly as she came closer, settling along the putter rim of one of the larger blankets. Tail curling round their curled wings. "Of course, I've since relocated... years ago, but even i don't know much about out border's depths" Tales of sirens and monsteorus krakens lurking in the depths was enough to spook any seasoned sailor, but there was always a hint of truth in the tales commonly told- argus learned that the hard way.
[glow=#212121,2,300]She's unstable![/glow]
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