06-21-2019, 05:57 PM
Pitiful, a young pup cried into the open airs of the desert - screamed and watched as nothing came from such bluster - such blunder. Whisper was born bubbly bright and kind into a world that was wrong. Whisper cried and mourned and sobbed against loss, but somewhere whisper broke - a fracture that never fully healed even as a family surrounded them. Even as Whisper grew - to become something better - someone better - nothing would change could fix the gleaming crack - where infection seeped in - where ssomething took it's rightful place. Somewhere, argus pitties who they used to be . So soft - a small thing that was hardened by the sandstorms until something stronger than obsidian took it's place. Black bleached to a ratty slate grey, trauma on trauma until there is a gaping hole through their throat ( unseen now , but there - just under the surface )
Argus first impression of Jervis isn't one that shouldn't be left. He reminded them of Katastre, at least in form - A silver lupine with buster and a polished personality - but the rot inside of him only weakened him. Only made it so much more satisfying to break him down. Goldenluxuries and Crow pulled of the execution well, only there was no death, a small disappointment - but one that Argus was trilled at the prospect of. It gave Argus time to watch hi again, winding him up all the while with illusions of grandeur.
The only annoyance-
The leader's screech echoed within the remains of the burning home. The smell of smoke only keeping the lupine within the borders of the clan because it was familiar. It's been so long since argus has burned one of their own homes down - twice it happened by their own paw - and the third by the enemies that once welcomed them with open arms. It was... well, not fitting but certainly ironic.
"a new era, do tell Jer-vis" Argus was bold to talk, their attendance coming late to the party and only hearing the near end of the 'speech' not that they couldn't hear it from across camp, but... it was about principal. But Argus was their own brand of cocky, wing once held together by vines now clung tightly to their side - the set in their shoulders and tone relaxed - easy. Argus looked just as imposing as any pittian. They were interested, of course - but what was a leader without being challenged?