10-08-2019, 03:38 PM
Argus would never want to hurt a child, it is true. Never wanted to enslave one either, but these were times where argus would do what they pleased, they wanted to captured a Typhooner, they wanted to make a message out of it: a demonstration. Who were they to look a gift in the mouth? THe Traitor wasn't picky, though they should be when this is the rewards they reap without it. A child - frail and weak and innocent. Argus has broken many people, but argus had never taken to killing a child well.
"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]You are mine[/glow]" Argus response was meant as a double edged sword, they knew - they were terrifying. A loner mostly only barely associated within the Pitt because they circled the territory like a vulture. They crossed it without merit, without reason. It was easier to call them one of their own than it ever would be to capture the beast. No one dare try to stop them near the border, and Goldie had considered it treasonous just for living so close here. For seeking comfort in the landscape : The traitor would make sure the sentiment was the same. The words were to inspire possessiveness, but argus felt none; just another tool for them. A message, this child would carry argus' personal war with a clan once their home. They could at least instill the pittances - the rest of them do not harm this kid, even if the only way was by carving their own sins across it's form.
"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]A scout.[/glow]" Argus croons, continuing to circle, in strategy to keep the other's back ; making a show. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]You wouldn't mind being a messenger for me, now would you?[/glow]" Argus asks, their voice low toned. Even from the viewpoint they can see redvox watching them, words spilling from the mutants mouth falling on deaf ears. Argus had little care for opinion. Argus had little care for any of it, this was just a show, a dance. It was easy to play a role everyone saw fit to put them in : Monster, beast, pittian, slaver.
"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]You're leader thinks i have mercy.[/glow]" the sentence is punctuated as they get closer, disingaging from the crowd's border and instead moving to ensnare the innocent slave again. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]Honor.[/glow]" Argus makes a sudden move, front leg darting, their aim to smash the child down, drag them through the sands and closer towards them if they are successful. Argus would circle them; their elongated form coiling like a serpent, tail curling around but making it easy to see. Argus drew breath; inhaled their own hesitance and exhaled their lack of doubt. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]You can correct her, hmm?[/glow]"