10-12-2019, 02:36 PM
Argus was a beacon of light, their scales that of pure snow, even sand tusseled argus was graceful, intimidating in a form they were still finding themselves in. In a body that was only meant to be seen on the outskirts of war- argus abandoned their own principals. They had no morals, no pride, they had little beside the stories they could weave. They could acclaim to come from ruins bathed in blood, from an isle surrounded by a river, from a home errupting with manga, and all would be true. To live more than one life could be seen as a gift, but with each life the sins tallied against them; the deaths took their tolls, the dead named somewhere deep inside their head stuck on repeat, like a static that never fades.
Their names all but forgotten, save for the one they call themselves now.
Argus noted the apprach of another pittian, gael: a fox they knew little of beside the asociation - the mere presence of marked them as a pittian. Neutral if argus could detect from the lack of aprehention, or glee at seeing the specticale. Ten eyes kept focus on their capture. wine colored eyes taking in the sielnt frame of their capture; small, a child.
In innocent turned messenger, but what kind of message did argus want to give?
IKAIA was found near the borders, near argus' home as a 'scout', looking in in a place they knew nothing about. Argus could care less, about scouts - could care less about most things beside their ex home. It was the reason they were here - to watch. Grow learn, tell stories from what argus can tell will be the loosing side to an all out war. This scout should be blinded, or at least marked, a reminder if nothing else.
Argus' thoughts churn with ideas, brazenly looking out to the crowd, growing smaller by the moment, pittians speaking out about it all, argus uses her front legs to hold IKAIA still, a winged joint coming down to start the marking. Their face zeroed for expressions of pain, for watching the other attempt to twist out of the way - and straiten the cuts. Argus begins to carve 8 large lines into the child's face. Two down the center, two more above the eyes, two beside that, and the last two under the eyes. There was a grin as they did it, that looked more of a grimace at a closer look as argus worked. As they released IKAIA , their work done ; the results could be seen - a resembelence between the two.
A mark - their own mark etched onto a child's face. Cuts deep enough to make the outline clear. WHere they cut was a set of eyes on argus' own mask "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]you're one of the first, to carry this mark[/glow]" Argus cuts in, letting go and dropping IKAIA to the ground when their work was done. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]but you won't be the last, don't worry about that [/glow]"