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IT'S A WICKED TWISTED FABLE
IT'S A WICKED TWISTED FABLE
Whisper's of slavers have reached argus' ears since the day she left. A clan held together by the chains of it's war criminals turned into workers. A place that lives in the desert- with tortures and ruins and thought it sounds like home. It does, the same home that she grew up in, that she learned what it was like to be alone the same home that taught her how to be a monster- how to negate her emotions and kill without mercy.
As much as argus recollects about her old home, she does not 'miss' her old home. Where she was raised, was not good- would never be seen as good to her anymore. Too much horrible things happened there- and to know that another place has claimed the desert claimed to make workers out of their prisoners and monsters out of kids angers her. She left her home that desert - when she was two- three years ago. She remembers leaving and never regretting it. Her home was hell, it made her life hell and she was glad it was gone. And now there is somewhere else doing the same thing?
Lucifer's call to the gathering stirs up the same old anger. The young dragonet finds herself curling near her step-father's paw. Still small enough to rest comfortably around him- the size of a tiger now. Still young in this new body of hers but growing larger by the day- maybe as larger as her father's own ebony mass. But now she's still small, and her form cannot comprehend the soul deep anger she now feels. It trembles slightly curled around her father's dark shaped knuckles. and she raises her head. All ten eyes filled with the same fury that laces their father's tone.
that is fine- this is fine.
Argus does not need size to create a catastrophic of battle. Her powers are not flashy, and her strategy is confrontational but meant primarily to cripple rather than kill. Argus has learned that there are far worst things to happen to someone than for them to die and her powers reflect that. Hinder and stun in comparison rather than hurt, her claws- her jaws can do the rest. A low rumble settles deep in her chest, this soul deep anger hissing through clenched teeth as all ten of their eyes narrow behind the porcelain mask of theirs.
"Let us show them, what it is, to come hail from blood, father" The dragon growls, out, her voice quiet despite the power in it, she looks up towards lucifer from where she lays, a challenge in her eyes.
As much as argus recollects about her old home, she does not 'miss' her old home. Where she was raised, was not good- would never be seen as good to her anymore. Too much horrible things happened there- and to know that another place has claimed the desert claimed to make workers out of their prisoners and monsters out of kids angers her. She left her home that desert - when she was two- three years ago. She remembers leaving and never regretting it. Her home was hell, it made her life hell and she was glad it was gone. And now there is somewhere else doing the same thing?
Lucifer's call to the gathering stirs up the same old anger. The young dragonet finds herself curling near her step-father's paw. Still small enough to rest comfortably around him- the size of a tiger now. Still young in this new body of hers but growing larger by the day- maybe as larger as her father's own ebony mass. But now she's still small, and her form cannot comprehend the soul deep anger she now feels. It trembles slightly curled around her father's dark shaped knuckles. and she raises her head. All ten eyes filled with the same fury that laces their father's tone.
that is fine- this is fine.
Argus does not need size to create a catastrophic of battle. Her powers are not flashy, and her strategy is confrontational but meant primarily to cripple rather than kill. Argus has learned that there are far worst things to happen to someone than for them to die and her powers reflect that. Hinder and stun in comparison rather than hurt, her claws- her jaws can do the rest. A low rumble settles deep in her chest, this soul deep anger hissing through clenched teeth as all ten of their eyes narrow behind the porcelain mask of theirs.
"Let us show them, what it is, to come hail from blood, father" The dragon growls, out, her voice quiet despite the power in it, she looks up towards lucifer from where she lays, a challenge in her eyes.
[glow=#212121,2,300]She's unstable![/glow]
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