11-10-2018, 07:49 AM
He had never met Argus, never known of her presence in The Typhoon, but she had been around when Bakugou first joined. A Quartermaster he never knew about, vanishing with the tides of the sea. Unlike the dragon, he was unaccustomed to war but, at the same time, he knew battle as if it were his very being. He knew the sensation of combat, the feeling of flying when he launches himself with his flames, the thrill of free-falling and picking himself back up. The wind that would rush through his fur, the adrenaline that screamed along his bloodstream, the velocity he would bring himself to. Training brought back those memories of his human life, how his own hands were like grenades, exploding at ground zero. The exhilaration, the knowledge that he was powerful. Back then, it didn't matter if no one liked him. He could save himself from just about any situation, he could fight just about any battle. He was ready to go up against the whole world if he needed to. He was fighting the whole world. The universe was against him but he knew that fighting was all he had and all he was willing to do. There was an excitement in being alive but in this world, that very excitement, his old ambitions, they had all died out.
In this world, fire was his very being. It was part of his spirit, rolling and consuming everything in his path, feeding on his emotions. His own body temperature depended on the rage he felt. Without anger, his fire was nothing, cold and almost non-existent that he felt as if he could freeze to death. But then came another element, his earth elementals that came with the calculating cold, the desire to protect and have foundations. It was strange how his own abilities linked in with his emotions but, without him knowing, it was a case of Bakugou not truly understanding the nature of his abilities. His fire didn't come from anger, it came from passion and will-power, but for now he was too stubborn to understand. He only knew the familiar feeling of fury, the anger that could engulf the world around him. The good thing was that anger was so familiar to him that he was often still able to cope well beneath all the fiery rage, still capable of calculating his odds unless it reached a point that he saw only red.
He didn't expect to see the alabaster form of a dragon, opposite to that of Luciferus but still large and monstrous in comparison. He winces at the sound of sinking talons, hearing her voice. New, she called him. The fact that she said she didn't remember him sounded either as if she had joined the day he left (which was a week ago) or she was a returner, about to mention to Argus that he had only been gone for a week in an undignified manner until another dragon appeared. This place was filled with raptors and dragons. How was Bakugou supposed to feel safe with the potential of being mauled or squashed? The male huffs to Luciferus. "So you read the note I left," the male comments, slightly surprised before raising a figurative brow towards Owen. Like hell? Hmph. While he saw that the male was now a german shepherd, he still thought the other to be obnoxious. Luckily, he wasn't frustrating him this time, simply rolling his eyes and scoffing when the raptor trainer called him 'Blasty'.
He returns his attention to Argus: "You a returnin' member or somethin'?"
In this world, fire was his very being. It was part of his spirit, rolling and consuming everything in his path, feeding on his emotions. His own body temperature depended on the rage he felt. Without anger, his fire was nothing, cold and almost non-existent that he felt as if he could freeze to death. But then came another element, his earth elementals that came with the calculating cold, the desire to protect and have foundations. It was strange how his own abilities linked in with his emotions but, without him knowing, it was a case of Bakugou not truly understanding the nature of his abilities. His fire didn't come from anger, it came from passion and will-power, but for now he was too stubborn to understand. He only knew the familiar feeling of fury, the anger that could engulf the world around him. The good thing was that anger was so familiar to him that he was often still able to cope well beneath all the fiery rage, still capable of calculating his odds unless it reached a point that he saw only red.
He didn't expect to see the alabaster form of a dragon, opposite to that of Luciferus but still large and monstrous in comparison. He winces at the sound of sinking talons, hearing her voice. New, she called him. The fact that she said she didn't remember him sounded either as if she had joined the day he left (which was a week ago) or she was a returner, about to mention to Argus that he had only been gone for a week in an undignified manner until another dragon appeared. This place was filled with raptors and dragons. How was Bakugou supposed to feel safe with the potential of being mauled or squashed? The male huffs to Luciferus. "So you read the note I left," the male comments, slightly surprised before raising a figurative brow towards Owen. Like hell? Hmph. While he saw that the male was now a german shepherd, he still thought the other to be obnoxious. Luckily, he wasn't frustrating him this time, simply rolling his eyes and scoffing when the raptor trainer called him 'Blasty'.
He returns his attention to Argus: "You a returnin' member or somethin'?"