10-17-2019, 06:50 PM
Argus was in fat patroling the deserts when they spotted the trio retreating from their home; it was always an interesting watch. To see the dwellers of the pit take to and quickly leave - the desert was not for all of them: that is true, but argus was born to the sands. They learned the code quickly on how to traverse it. Always bring water ; hunt during night ; and pick scraps during the day. there was little else to do but patrol it. With the knowledge of their new alignment known at least throughout the typhoon argus has stilled from trying to pretend otherwise. The bunch were an interesting fellow - if nothing else , and argus cared little for the public reguard of them. At least - now .
Argus was a shadow amung the dunes ; their large figure only sight through the sky, and even so only by thoese of keener sights. But getting closer towards the troupe the traitor noticed the focus ; a little kitten. So they had found something new, eh? A new captive, or someone knew to join their ranks. By the frantic nature Argus could see they assumed that at least none carried the essentials on them.
It was simple tot rack them; simpler still to land within the group's path. A cloud of dust kicked up a few inches but as arugs' wings withdrew - talons collapsing to their sides they pulled from the scruff of their neck a leather work satchel, small on their farm but big enough to carry within it: water, a few scraps of dried meats.
"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]If you're looking for food or water, look no further;[/glow]" the beast replied, tone low and menacing; as was their normal voice pitched lower , a growl akin to their old voice. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]Dwellers have no purpose in the desert without at least carrying the supplies for it[/glow]" they scolded, and in their tone it sounded more like a grave warning, the dragon was gentle as they approached, taking in the gat's form before handing them a half full rucksack of water - giving aine the - small scraps of dried deer that the beast caught sunsago.