10-07-2019, 03:57 PM
It's easy to find a child, alone on the border of the pitt scouting. Argus has always lived within the borders of the Pitt, the desert was their home before the pitt ever was, before the typhoon could ever tempt them away. The desert they were born to, molded to, died to. The visage of the youth along the sands was like almost entering the burrow of a fox and calling invitation. There was no way for them to ignore it. No way for them to let it lie.
Even if it killed them a little, capturing a child that would essentally be put to slaughter. In the pitt there was no thing as mercy. in argus there would always bee that shard of weakness for children, they were once a mother, a sire. It is hard to forget, hard to not see willow in the small frame's trembling form, dangleing between their jaws like a pup to it's mother, if not for the scruffs on them.
Both of them were sand tousled, the earth mingling in their fur's as Argus had managed to catch the kid unaware, forearm smashing down into the sands, kicking it up, a low growl in their throat as the other darted. Black blood dotted the sands somewhere, but the wound was hidden by fur on the dragon's tail. They had used the distraction to use a winged joint to catch them, grasp them and pin them deep into the sand before grabbing them by the throat. Lifting them off, carrying the small such a little thing compared to them inside the border, closer to camp and closer still towards the center of where prisoner's were usually kept.
but first, a parah, if nothing else. a show to the other's that this typhooner was theirs. Argus waited for a small crowd to surround them, clanmates chomping at the bit to see the new slave put up into the trade. Maybe a hint of violence from the dragon finally catching interest after so long sitting just out of the borders. Argus did not care, they created a circle to entrap the two in, show ikaia that there was no escape.
"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]Do you know who i am?[/glow]" Argus' voice was in lower growling pitch, their throat a constant hum akin to the clicking of a gator; a warning as they encircled Ikaia like a snake. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]Do you know what you are now, here?[/glow]"