09-19-2020, 09:00 PM
It was still morning to the beast, even well into the afternoon in reality. With static in her ears, and shade pressing between her eyes: an emotion stepping on their throat with enough pressure to be felt, enough for their breath to stutter, or maybe that was just the sight in front of them. Ninazu was enough to catch their sight- their attention on a way that few others did. Such open flaunts of power such as the mane of fire along their throat- it caught their eye.
Under the mask, the static that settled in them eased if only slightly: argus able to push aside a great many things, their emotions, hunger, need. They pushed their own morals for simple petty pleasure and found a family amidst the crumbling of their own headspace. They found- not love but a fondness, When all they once looked for was blood and ruin.
What would Argus find here, amidst the outcasts? This already crumbling place? Was there anything worth the rot, the static that plunged Argus’ frenzied mind- was there ever such a thing as peace? For beings such as her, there was little doubt that nothing would come of this, of… anything. Argus lived as other’s took their last breath, they would tell the tales of the fallen with blood, with vengeance.
“The view is beautiful” Argus agreed, not looking away from Ninazu as they spoke this, only turning to look back towards the island and the sea that surrounded them after the glance was returned. The grin snaked it’s way up the lion’s maw and Argus did’t feel unsettled by it, no more than they were expecting it. Many asked- many wanted to know the question. Who truly knew Argus’ wants, not themselves.
They wanted their family back, that single nebula thing that once reached back towards them as much as Argus had given. Wanted the loyalty of a clan behind them, wanted their faith. Not the second scored exile they got for simply recovering. They wanted their first love, they wanted to rip their own father to shreds.
Argus has lived many lives, and each one was directed by a want, Family, bloodshed, revenge, peace. Argus wanted nothing. They did not get to come into this world and crave- demand from it. That was not how the world works. They didn’t get to want, they could hope, and prey- but their life was suspended in the void, it would never cease by the curse of the Shinigami, they would never meet up with those who had died and Argus would never find peace.
There was a silence, past the unanswered question, too long to be considered meerly consideration of thoese words. Even past the point of Argus’ lack of words she shifted. Wings spreading from her back to reveal along the underside of her wings, and above them, the fur along her spinned riped and shredded by the dark scar of a burn that took most of their back and the edges of the underside of their wing. Tender wounds that had yet to heal. Great lengths of pain that the dragon soldiered for the fact that they couldn’t do much else about it. Scales did not heal like fur, there would be no covering this for quite… quite some time.
“I came for the view, in truth” Argus spoke up again, just before Ninazu could interject herself. Argus’ voice was a growl in their own throat, some emotion cutting it short, whether it was strangled rage or…. Or something deeper. It was the one thing they could do, watch the world, they still had a ways to go before they would ever tired of the world of the… connections they wanted to create and that would decay in equal measure. Argus looked out beyond Ninazu’s form before a pair of their eyes looked back downwards towards the lion. “In part, I came to see you, as well.”
[table][tr][td]Under the mask, the static that settled in them eased if only slightly: argus able to push aside a great many things, their emotions, hunger, need. They pushed their own morals for simple petty pleasure and found a family amidst the crumbling of their own headspace. They found- not love but a fondness, When all they once looked for was blood and ruin.
What would Argus find here, amidst the outcasts? This already crumbling place? Was there anything worth the rot, the static that plunged Argus’ frenzied mind- was there ever such a thing as peace? For beings such as her, there was little doubt that nothing would come of this, of… anything. Argus lived as other’s took their last breath, they would tell the tales of the fallen with blood, with vengeance.
“The view is beautiful” Argus agreed, not looking away from Ninazu as they spoke this, only turning to look back towards the island and the sea that surrounded them after the glance was returned. The grin snaked it’s way up the lion’s maw and Argus did’t feel unsettled by it, no more than they were expecting it. Many asked- many wanted to know the question. Who truly knew Argus’ wants, not themselves.
They wanted their family back, that single nebula thing that once reached back towards them as much as Argus had given. Wanted the loyalty of a clan behind them, wanted their faith. Not the second scored exile they got for simply recovering. They wanted their first love, they wanted to rip their own father to shreds.
Argus has lived many lives, and each one was directed by a want, Family, bloodshed, revenge, peace. Argus wanted nothing. They did not get to come into this world and crave- demand from it. That was not how the world works. They didn’t get to want, they could hope, and prey- but their life was suspended in the void, it would never cease by the curse of the Shinigami, they would never meet up with those who had died and Argus would never find peace.
There was a silence, past the unanswered question, too long to be considered meerly consideration of thoese words. Even past the point of Argus’ lack of words she shifted. Wings spreading from her back to reveal along the underside of her wings, and above them, the fur along her spinned riped and shredded by the dark scar of a burn that took most of their back and the edges of the underside of their wing. Tender wounds that had yet to heal. Great lengths of pain that the dragon soldiered for the fact that they couldn’t do much else about it. Scales did not heal like fur, there would be no covering this for quite… quite some time.
“I came for the view, in truth” Argus spoke up again, just before Ninazu could interject herself. Argus’ voice was a growl in their own throat, some emotion cutting it short, whether it was strangled rage or…. Or something deeper. It was the one thing they could do, watch the world, they still had a ways to go before they would ever tired of the world of the… connections they wanted to create and that would decay in equal measure. Argus looked out beyond Ninazu’s form before a pair of their eyes looked back downwards towards the lion. “In part, I came to see you, as well.”
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"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"