10-18-2019, 04:36 PM
green eyes, without pupils or scarletta. The traitor found themselves already interested; now so they could empathize with the rest of them. There was a gleam within the dragon's gaze, a smile curling along the ridges of their maw just blank enough to be off putting. but conversation flowed, and Argus was paid little mind to- though the kitten seemed to watch them openly: and argus in turned watched them. Watched the nerves, the shyness : Their smile fell soon enough as Argus took to taking the leftover water skin after the kit was done with it. Making not to fill it later at the very least.
The discussions of where exactly they were brought argus themselves back into the present. Ten eyes watching the pair interact quine;t before stepping in - their words cutting through with a somber tone "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]walking through the desert is dangerous during the day, without supplies.[/glow]" Argus oouldn't count on their talons how many bodies they had stumbled upon trying to make the trek, when they came through the day to reap the bloodied bones to clean and carve for use. to them: all the bones were small tiny, and abathur was so small in comparison to them...
self consciously, they moved to collapse their wings. Digits along the wings curling to grip the fur along their neck. With their wings down their serpentine nature seemed all the more apparent, taking off the size and the mask, and the eyes...
"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]What you did was foolish[/glow]". the words were harsh, even in their maw ; but it needed to be said. There was a reason the pitt seemed like an oasis - because it was. No one really paid to mind the fact that survival was a struggle; with politics in the way it was so easy to get detracted by the simple things: Life, the desert - a typhooner that the dragon caught was a fucking miracle they made it - however foolish.
"[glow=#cc3232,2,300]Abathur...[/glow]" Argus' voice was always a growl, always on the cusp of a snarl because argus was never talkative, never liked to converse where dwellers could twist their words and their allegences. It was so easy to play this game of an intimidating being - speaking so little was just another part of it. But here, argus actually made the effort to make their voice softer. "[glow=#cc3232,2,300]i am glad you made it through.[/glow]"
Argus pays no mind to the similar name ; the memory of a monster ; apathetic to the world - like them. Names were names. Argus' own was the one they chose ; it was their own fate resigned to ; a title ; a calling card.