05-01-2018, 08:49 PM
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I GOT A BONE TO PICK
[W]iskerI GOT A BONE TO PICK
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//Nope! Open for interactions! No worries ^^//
Argus was aware that what she was, all that she was- was not wrong. To be herself and honest was key, not only within her clan but with their allies. But argus had come here from the break in honesty, running away from the past she was not ready to accept- and now it was t e a r i n g through her skin. She felt it thrum with every callous heartbeat. Her ear's picking up every heady thrum of other's nearby. To much- toomuch-
Iron claws digging through flesh. Death exhaled as she watched eyes white out and r o t her muzzle caked in blood- jaws snapping close around a still beating heart. popping the organ with a powerful crunch and the feeling- essence flowing through her throat empowering her - fueling her--
But being honest did not mean she had to revert. Going back in time. To a time that Argus was nothing and she lived in tunnels like these. Where she spent each day a hulking beast. Argus was better than her others- even in a setting like this she would not let her past or her instincts rule her. She shook her head. Dull red eyes bouncing across the cavern as she raised the flask to her own maw. Letting the horrid taste dribble down her thorat and chase away the phantom joy she rarely indulged anymore.
She was aware of eyes on her self. But in a party where she was trying to smear in the shadows of the wall (ha, she couldn't do that. She was white now. bright, light). It wasn't until August spoke to her that she jumped. Wings flaring at her sides. Ruby eyes glanced over towards the rotting corpse animated and she cracked a slightly amused smile. Well, there was a thing to say about the dead attracted to her. Shinigami, Zactov, bloodclanner or no. The dead was always around, weren't they? At least this time she didn't have to worry about getting odd glances.
"Thanks? For a deer you're very small." Argus' voice was slightly questioning, but mellowed out near the end of her first sentence. Ruby eyes watching the other and slowly uncoiling from where she had settled. " Names Argus, and yeah- I'm from the typhoon. Nice place. Open air good views. Crabby, but good intentioned crewmates too. Like a big, messed up family. Just watch out for the jungle juice." She chuckled a little, an inside joke of the clan that they lived in- for sure. The traditions were odd, and argus was too busy partaking in them to worry about the implications.
"How about the snowbound? Anything interesting to do around here?"
//Nope! Open for interactions! No worries ^^//
Argus was aware that what she was, all that she was- was not wrong. To be herself and honest was key, not only within her clan but with their allies. But argus had come here from the break in honesty, running away from the past she was not ready to accept- and now it was t e a r i n g through her skin. She felt it thrum with every callous heartbeat. Her ear's picking up every heady thrum of other's nearby. To much- toomuch-
Iron claws digging through flesh. Death exhaled as she watched eyes white out and r o t her muzzle caked in blood- jaws snapping close around a still beating heart. popping the organ with a powerful crunch and the feeling- essence flowing through her throat empowering her - fueling her--
But being honest did not mean she had to revert. Going back in time. To a time that Argus was nothing and she lived in tunnels like these. Where she spent each day a hulking beast. Argus was better than her others- even in a setting like this she would not let her past or her instincts rule her. She shook her head. Dull red eyes bouncing across the cavern as she raised the flask to her own maw. Letting the horrid taste dribble down her thorat and chase away the phantom joy she rarely indulged anymore.
She was aware of eyes on her self. But in a party where she was trying to smear in the shadows of the wall (ha, she couldn't do that. She was white now. bright, light). It wasn't until August spoke to her that she jumped. Wings flaring at her sides. Ruby eyes glanced over towards the rotting corpse animated and she cracked a slightly amused smile. Well, there was a thing to say about the dead attracted to her. Shinigami, Zactov, bloodclanner or no. The dead was always around, weren't they? At least this time she didn't have to worry about getting odd glances.
"Thanks? For a deer you're very small." Argus' voice was slightly questioning, but mellowed out near the end of her first sentence. Ruby eyes watching the other and slowly uncoiling from where she had settled. " Names Argus, and yeah- I'm from the typhoon. Nice place. Open air good views. Crabby, but good intentioned crewmates too. Like a big, messed up family. Just watch out for the jungle juice." She chuckled a little, an inside joke of the clan that they lived in- for sure. The traditions were odd, and argus was too busy partaking in them to worry about the implications.
"How about the snowbound? Anything interesting to do around here?"