04-16-2018, 04:32 PM
YOU'LL KNOW I WASN'T JOKING WHEN YOU SEE THEM TOO
Argus was brutally aware. Something different to her and the rest. She did not try and deny who she was, who she had been before. She accepted them- all three of her others. The small and broken, the morning and rageing, the desperate- and set to destroy the world with her. She accepted her past and much better she moved to better herself She had made plans t fix the wrongs she had made, the settle the unease of each.
Obscuro had so many failures, too many to count - pushing aside her issues and the people she hurt as she ruthlessly grasped and gripped and kept taking from others in an attempt to fix herself. In the end the blame had all came back, the guilt in the startling moment, clouded with rage and despair. She could not move an inch, she could do nothing but shake and quake as both sides of herself raged and neither of them won.
In the end, Argus was forced to shuffle on the burden. The memories of each families failure taken as a warning passed down from some unseen family. Hecate, their kids. There was no lesson. Only guilt. In the end, Obscuro had felt guilty for it, and even now, Argus felt that lingering guilt. The pooling of dread at facing the stepfather that she had promised- promised she would protect hecate, protect their family. The legacy. What had they done? nothing.
But Argus was not who she used to be, this name was a memento of that. And the memories were lessons to learn from. Argus would not sit still and idle. She had already made steps to sooth the ire of whatever lingering feelings she had for the killer- the start of the decline for her first family. It was now time to confront the other. The person she left to grieve while she too lost herself.
Stepping out of the sea, the air was fresh with salt. Dark red eyes narrowing on the dark beast settled on the edge of the jungle. It was good that she had decided to swim back. Otherwise, another clan's scent would've lingered on her fur. Now only a lingering taste of salt in the back of her throat. Well, now was a good time as any.
"Lucifer." She honestly had no idea how to start this, rising from the sea, and sticking to her fur as she came to walk to him. Trying to curl within the grass to keep more sand from latching on to her. Joining him in his vigil. "It was my fault Hecate disappeared. I understand if you hate me for it. Just... I'm trying to be different. I think I'm finally coming to realize that who i used to be- was not fit to carry the names as much as she was to cast them aside. " She spoke in a rush, and finally she was taking a breath of air. Dull eyes saturated with deep-rooted regret. With the loss that she allowed herself to see but never feel before. Not like this at least.
Obscuro had so many failures, too many to count - pushing aside her issues and the people she hurt as she ruthlessly grasped and gripped and kept taking from others in an attempt to fix herself. In the end the blame had all came back, the guilt in the startling moment, clouded with rage and despair. She could not move an inch, she could do nothing but shake and quake as both sides of herself raged and neither of them won.
In the end, Argus was forced to shuffle on the burden. The memories of each families failure taken as a warning passed down from some unseen family. Hecate, their kids. There was no lesson. Only guilt. In the end, Obscuro had felt guilty for it, and even now, Argus felt that lingering guilt. The pooling of dread at facing the stepfather that she had promised- promised she would protect hecate, protect their family. The legacy. What had they done? nothing.
But Argus was not who she used to be, this name was a memento of that. And the memories were lessons to learn from. Argus would not sit still and idle. She had already made steps to sooth the ire of whatever lingering feelings she had for the killer- the start of the decline for her first family. It was now time to confront the other. The person she left to grieve while she too lost herself.
Stepping out of the sea, the air was fresh with salt. Dark red eyes narrowing on the dark beast settled on the edge of the jungle. It was good that she had decided to swim back. Otherwise, another clan's scent would've lingered on her fur. Now only a lingering taste of salt in the back of her throat. Well, now was a good time as any.
"Lucifer." She honestly had no idea how to start this, rising from the sea, and sticking to her fur as she came to walk to him. Trying to curl within the grass to keep more sand from latching on to her. Joining him in his vigil. "It was my fault Hecate disappeared. I understand if you hate me for it. Just... I'm trying to be different. I think I'm finally coming to realize that who i used to be- was not fit to carry the names as much as she was to cast them aside. " She spoke in a rush, and finally she was taking a breath of air. Dull eyes saturated with deep-rooted regret. With the loss that she allowed herself to see but never feel before. Not like this at least.