10-04-2019, 08:30 PM
Argus has seen guilt long enough to know when someone makes the march towards death; has seen it in themselves and in others countless times. It hurts, to see it again, it is a great pain that catches the dragon off guard and and catches the beast's attention. Argus remains stock still through the first exchange; knowing their own form is tall, towering and intimidating, it could be the deciding factor in the dog's fear. Argus is a force of time and hurt to know enough that change will come no matter what traditions lay in place; there will always be someone to break it, but first the society must suffer - must break in turn for them to accept it.
Deersong is the innocent, the first to die in a war waged. A sacrifice to the tides of change and it makes argus hurt to see such a pathetic state in another. They move, suddenly, from within the group the large, hulking white form of argus is striking in the pure white, ten black eyes staring down at the strange dog from within the mountains, scared seemingly deliberately by the way they angle their face to either show it off deliberately or hide it out of shame. Argus finds the words to speak before redvox could decide his own. The dragon;s voice a growl that sounded menacing, angry - a threat : when it was really just their natural tone. Everything about argus now was a threat - a danger
"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]The Pitt is a place where anything other is either killed or enslaved on it's border.[/glow]" Argus makes it clear the crowds intent, behind the bone mask of their face it's easy to hide an expression, but their claws dig deep into the sands, large tail lashing behind them: an action to show their own words cutting deep into their own past. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]There is no lake nearby, a river.... maybe. Your home has sentenced you to death; have you ever considered joining another one?[/glow]"