11-22-2018, 12:20 AM
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IT'S A WICKED TWISTED FABLE
IT'S A WICKED TWISTED FABLE
This is not her breaking point. Argus has reached that point before- she had broken too many times already to know well enough her limit. She has only ever truly broken twice, to the point that she cried and raged and revolted with the full force of her being at the world. Nothing came from breaking, nothing would come from breaking here, except show that ichigo was right- that she was broken- she was fractured- but she was whole.
Argus knew regret, knew what it was like to kill your kin and to run away from your mistakes. Argus knew regret and it was nothing close to the kind of regret that argus had felt. The kind that made you question your sanity, your life- your home and the people you trust. Having a hollow did not do that so much as her own paranoid mind- hollows are hungry desperate things- the ones with sense even worse. Regret was paces away from running and argus would not make a mistake. Not tonight, not today.
This was anger, not true wraith. Argus knew wraith- obscuro knew wraith. It stilled the beast in her steps and starved her into a quiet grave with ashes in her wake. Argus can still feel the root deep tenseness of their shouldiers, their heart. This does not compare, but it does- it does
A wordless snarl slipped between her jaws. Crooked teeth flashing in the lighting as argus moved the distance was nothing, and within seconds sand was kicked into the air to blind- claws swiping down as he would undoubtedly rear up to get away. Claws hopefully seizing and griping his head before slamming it into the ground. quick, lethal - let me show you power. She snarled again, ugly beast-like more close to a hollow's bellowing roar than a dragon like shriek.
It was nice, to battle someone who might actually prove her match, but she knew that he would let her win this out of pity- and the thought made her seethe. Deep lungfuls of air that shook her frame with a wet rattle in the back of her throat. She has killed many times, she would kill many more but she would never wish it of him- never wish it of someone who's come back to life- come back and still saw the monster as a part of her and still cared. He thought it was his fault and she would not let him think that.
It was time to ease his guilt, and ease her anger.
"do you know what it's like to think someone is dead? To think you are all alone?" She breathed between words, punctuated by the removal of her claws from near him, from reeling back- "do you know what someone does, when they think they are all alone?" a cruel hollow smile, lidded eyes as she withdrawled, pulling in on herself. Softer words, quiet- confessions. "Well, i test my immortality enough as it is, but there are worst things than death."
"There is a part of me, you will never know, and you should be glad. Because it is worse than any hollow you've ever purified, berry-boy." How easy would it be to kill him? to let her own hollow out? Too easy, but this was about control, about restraint- she didn't need help. "and it is mine. I killed before it, and i'll kill after it- but nothing will compare, nothing- will compare to what happened then."
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Argus knew regret, knew what it was like to kill your kin and to run away from your mistakes. Argus knew regret and it was nothing close to the kind of regret that argus had felt. The kind that made you question your sanity, your life- your home and the people you trust. Having a hollow did not do that so much as her own paranoid mind- hollows are hungry desperate things- the ones with sense even worse. Regret was paces away from running and argus would not make a mistake. Not tonight, not today.
This was anger, not true wraith. Argus knew wraith- obscuro knew wraith. It stilled the beast in her steps and starved her into a quiet grave with ashes in her wake. Argus can still feel the root deep tenseness of their shouldiers, their heart. This does not compare, but it does- it does
A wordless snarl slipped between her jaws. Crooked teeth flashing in the lighting as argus moved the distance was nothing, and within seconds sand was kicked into the air to blind- claws swiping down as he would undoubtedly rear up to get away. Claws hopefully seizing and griping his head before slamming it into the ground. quick, lethal - let me show you power. She snarled again, ugly beast-like more close to a hollow's bellowing roar than a dragon like shriek.
It was nice, to battle someone who might actually prove her match, but she knew that he would let her win this out of pity- and the thought made her seethe. Deep lungfuls of air that shook her frame with a wet rattle in the back of her throat. She has killed many times, she would kill many more but she would never wish it of him- never wish it of someone who's come back to life- come back and still saw the monster as a part of her and still cared. He thought it was his fault and she would not let him think that.
It was time to ease his guilt, and ease her anger.
"do you know what it's like to think someone is dead? To think you are all alone?" She breathed between words, punctuated by the removal of her claws from near him, from reeling back- "do you know what someone does, when they think they are all alone?" a cruel hollow smile, lidded eyes as she withdrawled, pulling in on herself. Softer words, quiet- confessions. "Well, i test my immortality enough as it is, but there are worst things than death."
"There is a part of me, you will never know, and you should be glad. Because it is worse than any hollow you've ever purified, berry-boy." How easy would it be to kill him? to let her own hollow out? Too easy, but this was about control, about restraint- she didn't need help. "and it is mine. I killed before it, and i'll kill after it- but nothing will compare, nothing- will compare to what happened then."
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[glow=#212121,2,300]She's unstable![/glow]
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