08-25-2020, 03:15 PM
Within one breath and the next, the figure of argus' form could be seen exiting the ruins of an underbrush from the island. Large wisps of brown, molted red and black painted along her legs- wings hinged along her back to hide the scars that scored along her back. Argus looked down at the small whelp along the shoreline. the emotion flickering there incomprehensible. She felt a stirring of her own voice respond in kind to the question- "[glow=grey,2,300]you are at the border of the condemned, youngling.[/glow]"
Argus' voice was a low rumble of a growl: a savage thing bred from disuse and hoarse with the sense of screaming. Serrated maw opening without the flash of fangs under a plow-white mask: there was a cock to her head- but her words befell no question: yet "[glow=grey,2,300]What is it you seek?[/glow]"
Argus had asked the question a countless times; each one with a different answer- or the same if you thought to look closely. everyone wanted something, there was always something to be found lacking, and argus was benevolent enough to aid some, help. it was rare she would find the patience in recent times: the world had been cruel to her- it was not hard to see that, but her voice held no open hostility, on a neutrality as she weighed the scales of the stranger.
but the presence of blood, the scent and the appearance of bandages covering the small fragile stranger at the border. There was a narrow to her eye, under her mask a crease of convulsion that twitched and scaled maw. "[glow=grey,2,300] you're injured: would you allow me to help you?[/glow]"
Argus' voice was a low rumble of a growl: a savage thing bred from disuse and hoarse with the sense of screaming. Serrated maw opening without the flash of fangs under a plow-white mask: there was a cock to her head- but her words befell no question: yet "[glow=grey,2,300]What is it you seek?[/glow]"
Argus had asked the question a countless times; each one with a different answer- or the same if you thought to look closely. everyone wanted something, there was always something to be found lacking, and argus was benevolent enough to aid some, help. it was rare she would find the patience in recent times: the world had been cruel to her- it was not hard to see that, but her voice held no open hostility, on a neutrality as she weighed the scales of the stranger.
but the presence of blood, the scent and the appearance of bandages covering the small fragile stranger at the border. There was a narrow to her eye, under her mask a crease of convulsion that twitched and scaled maw. "[glow=grey,2,300] you're injured: would you allow me to help you?[/glow]"