05-03-2018, 03:24 AM
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I GOT A BONE TO PICK
[W]iskerI GOT A BONE TO PICK
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] of corse, argus' instinct would be taken as a threat. Argus was a monster- a beast bearly contained on a leash- wasn't she? No no she was- she was Argus not- not-
The deer bucked and one of the tangelwoods' memeber's has lept to the offensive. Just as her claws had dug into the hide she had to make a hasty exit. Pulling up from where she had landed on his back. Only enough time to utter her own threat to the commander as she snarled. Yellowed teeth bared at the ice-weilder. Gods she hated ice. Ice and snow. She wanted to burn it- burn him raising a paw to do just that only-
black bubbleing blood coated her paw.
In a time argus was seeking a fight, it was in means of a distraction. A need to pull her head out of whatever path it was stubborn set into travleing. Distract herself from the wouds that encased her mortal- decaying shell and her own demon's grip on it. But the mark was carved into her fur now. Not into her soul but on the mortal flesh that she now resided in. It had just enough effect on her to send her into a rage. Enough od the demon gripped her to channel the power of it of famori's touch into her very being.
She felt it, burning brightly in the confines of this body. Decaying, periced broken- bleeding body. But this body bled read. It did not have the same black blood of the demon's complete control.
To say beck was the only one to make a deal with a demon was wrong. Argus has joined a group ages ago, she had worshiped them. Brought them sacrifices- and sacrificed herself to one in means of power. These demons did not want her soul- they needed an acolyte. They needed a puppet to which carry out their ideals. And famori. Brother of chaos and third demon of which the cult celebrated- chose her. Once upon a time, when argus was lost in the morns of her immortality, she saw a means of power- a dark terrible deal to which she attached strings to herself in only for a select set of rules to follow. Within the same tale- argus had not hesitated.
Argus was immortal, and disobeying those rules did not break her deal. Only made famori angry, made his grip around her tighter- week and self destructive. She sought control, in a battle where she could throw the thoughts of trying to gain the upper hand of a demon that she could not destroy and attempt to fight off the effects of it.
Here- now as this blood coated her paws. Everything she tried to suppress hit her suddenly. The white amalgamation landed into the unsteady flooring of the border. One wing red- the other white and claws coated in black. Dull red eyes glowed in a panicked state as she growled and spat and backed away from every single occupant on the border.
"Is it too much to fuckin ask for a normal fucking fight? Fuck!" She raged like the unstable leader. Her mania coming from an uncapped unchecked festering wound. The barely healed cuts along her neck, her chest were opening up again. Blood red inky black- black black blood-
"To think i could come here for a distraction. Only to discover more unfinished business. Eh Becky?" Argus' voice was mocking, an unwavering instability to it that Argus has tried to hide within her body as she now shook on the edges of a flickering panic. Her wings flared now. Using intangibility to ghost through the spirits kick. Letting her jaws snap around his back leg in attempts to give him a phantom pain. But she did not linger long enough to allow herself to truly care. Forcing her body into intangibility cut off it's life expectancy. And she used it as a means of escape only. She could not fly, but she could still run. Her white form flickering within the tree's on the other side of the border. She fled. The only traces of her ever being there where the drops of blood that lingered at the scene.
//out!
The deer bucked and one of the tangelwoods' memeber's has lept to the offensive. Just as her claws had dug into the hide she had to make a hasty exit. Pulling up from where she had landed on his back. Only enough time to utter her own threat to the commander as she snarled. Yellowed teeth bared at the ice-weilder. Gods she hated ice. Ice and snow. She wanted to burn it- burn him raising a paw to do just that only-
black bubbleing blood coated her paw.
In a time argus was seeking a fight, it was in means of a distraction. A need to pull her head out of whatever path it was stubborn set into travleing. Distract herself from the wouds that encased her mortal- decaying shell and her own demon's grip on it. But the mark was carved into her fur now. Not into her soul but on the mortal flesh that she now resided in. It had just enough effect on her to send her into a rage. Enough od the demon gripped her to channel the power of it of famori's touch into her very being.
She felt it, burning brightly in the confines of this body. Decaying, periced broken- bleeding body. But this body bled read. It did not have the same black blood of the demon's complete control.
To say beck was the only one to make a deal with a demon was wrong. Argus has joined a group ages ago, she had worshiped them. Brought them sacrifices- and sacrificed herself to one in means of power. These demons did not want her soul- they needed an acolyte. They needed a puppet to which carry out their ideals. And famori. Brother of chaos and third demon of which the cult celebrated- chose her. Once upon a time, when argus was lost in the morns of her immortality, she saw a means of power- a dark terrible deal to which she attached strings to herself in only for a select set of rules to follow. Within the same tale- argus had not hesitated.
Argus was immortal, and disobeying those rules did not break her deal. Only made famori angry, made his grip around her tighter- week and self destructive. She sought control, in a battle where she could throw the thoughts of trying to gain the upper hand of a demon that she could not destroy and attempt to fight off the effects of it.
Here- now as this blood coated her paws. Everything she tried to suppress hit her suddenly. The white amalgamation landed into the unsteady flooring of the border. One wing red- the other white and claws coated in black. Dull red eyes glowed in a panicked state as she growled and spat and backed away from every single occupant on the border.
"Is it too much to fuckin ask for a normal fucking fight? Fuck!" She raged like the unstable leader. Her mania coming from an uncapped unchecked festering wound. The barely healed cuts along her neck, her chest were opening up again. Blood red inky black- black black blood-
"To think i could come here for a distraction. Only to discover more unfinished business. Eh Becky?" Argus' voice was mocking, an unwavering instability to it that Argus has tried to hide within her body as she now shook on the edges of a flickering panic. Her wings flared now. Using intangibility to ghost through the spirits kick. Letting her jaws snap around his back leg in attempts to give him a phantom pain. But she did not linger long enough to allow herself to truly care. Forcing her body into intangibility cut off it's life expectancy. And she used it as a means of escape only. She could not fly, but she could still run. Her white form flickering within the tree's on the other side of the border. She fled. The only traces of her ever being there where the drops of blood that lingered at the scene.
//out!