11-12-2018, 08:57 PM
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IT'S A WICKED TWISTED FABLE
IT'S A WICKED TWISTED FABLE
The nights in the desert were beautiful, it was a nostalgic, and not overall unpleasant thought. Seeing what was once a staple in her old life brought out a vulnerability argus couldn't remember having. The familiar sea of sand brought back the old hurt- memories of what i was like to live in a desert like this. What it meant to struggle-to survive, rather than live. Life then was harsh, and the occupants of it were just as unforgiving- monsters in their own right. Just like the monster they made her then.
But here, now. What once was a great place no occupied by cowards. Taking the ruins of blood and shapeing it to a shell of what it could have been. Torturers , monsters, bloody war veterans turned into slavers. There is no love lost here in the desert, attacking what very well have could have been the last stand of her old home. If anything, she is thrilled to face against it. Here, she will truly be in her element- here they will never stand a chance.
With the order given, the dragon descends. a beacon against the void sky. Unlike her father- argus noes dives. a sheer drop at alarming heights and swooping at the last seconds. wings fanning down as leather white catches the closest drift to the ground and lands silently. Next to Owen- next to lucifer and her nieces and nephew- she is small. Growing in her own right but small all the same. As large as a lion, maybe- she hasn't really measured herself: but longer than that. It is fine, she does not need size to win, just an opponent. Just someone with a brain that she can break and a will she can align to her own.
// lmao, anyone open to getting mentally toyed with during the battle?
But here, now. What once was a great place no occupied by cowards. Taking the ruins of blood and shapeing it to a shell of what it could have been. Torturers , monsters, bloody war veterans turned into slavers. There is no love lost here in the desert, attacking what very well have could have been the last stand of her old home. If anything, she is thrilled to face against it. Here, she will truly be in her element- here they will never stand a chance.
With the order given, the dragon descends. a beacon against the void sky. Unlike her father- argus noes dives. a sheer drop at alarming heights and swooping at the last seconds. wings fanning down as leather white catches the closest drift to the ground and lands silently. Next to Owen- next to lucifer and her nieces and nephew- she is small. Growing in her own right but small all the same. As large as a lion, maybe- she hasn't really measured herself: but longer than that. It is fine, she does not need size to win, just an opponent. Just someone with a brain that she can break and a will she can align to her own.
// lmao, anyone open to getting mentally toyed with during the battle?
[glow=#212121,2,300]She's unstable![/glow]
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