09-23-2020, 08:38 PM
Out of the reactions Argus had expected, confused, if not flustered- delighted them in a heady way they have not been in a while. Argus was not unaware of the nature of Ninazu and Stryker, it would be ignorant to misremember their own legacy of children either. It is what amused the dragon to blink, deliberately slowly, allowing that delight to manifest in a short hushed laughter that bubbled out of their scarred from.
It was a deliberate move- to remove the mask hat was always suited across the beast’s from. Careful claws pinch at the edges of it and in a gesture that seemed simple- the mask crumbles like chalk. White marrow dusting around their similarly- white frame. Revealing ten eyes, serrated mars, and scars outlined in black. The revealed the gesture in a crooked grin, one that seemed to make the subtext Ninazu had picked up on all that more… predominate. “Introspection. So it’s not only me picking up on it.” The dragon cut’s her laughter with the words curling around her tongue.
Argus did not mean it in part- Ninazu is someone that would attract her- attracts her in such a way. Yet Argus has not gone much in the way of ‘chasing’ someone in a while, but now that it was said it was. Argus wouldn’t take it back, take back that delighted feeling it brought to the dragon and the lioness both, from the looks of it. There is a hesitance for a moment before she moves to lay- one wing tucked under her body as her chest pointed towards the lioness.
As many eyes as the beast has- they don't have eyebrows or anything similar enough to them. Yet the features on their face morph to something similar, a cocked head. "Would it bother you, truly?" There were more being said with those words that Argus allowed to speak. Stryker was their leader yes but; Argus never much cared for doing what they were told but the sincerity- the steal in the undertones would hint that Argus would allow the implications to drop, if Ninazu wished it.
It hurt, to be known as a friend. How many had considered Argus a friend- a sister- family had been burned by it? Argus knew… they have hurt their own family. Memories of pinning down their own sister with the intentions to kill… Argus was not in the right headspace then, but the horrors of those lingering days still echoed in the back of their mind like a wave of force. Static. Cloying. A name whispered trying to take control.
Yet Argus was no longer that who they had been. A friend, it was an honor, and Argus offered a soft smile in response to it, mayhaps a tinge late in comparison to their initial words to the other making it fall flat, fall stiff along the soldiers of them both. Friends, and only thus? It would be a gift to be considered such, but even argus could not ignore the taste foul after the earlier suggestion.
Instead the beast took to another look outwards. The sight truly was remarkable, and not only because of only what Ninazu saw- or thought seen by them. Along the edges of the mist was the uneven waves crashing against distant sands. An island shrouded in mist- but Argus had ten eyes, and could see past the distance, the fog- if only in the vague shadows of such… The Typhoon. “The Typhoon was a home for the longest of times. I found… Family there. Loyalty- or what I thought was loyalty.” Argus could not hide the scorn in her voice, and the mannerisms of her birth form showed as the beast bared their fangs down towards the sight that was hard to see beyond the shore. A low rumble like thunder suddenly strikes their throat. A crack of a snarl as Argus lsot themselves to the memory. Luciferus, he didn’t even ask- Goldie- betrayed, burned- scorned for what- healing? It hurt, it hurt horribly.
That anger, the feeling of static washed over the beast then, and she felt reckless with the power. Such fine motor control slipping as the dragon turned wolfish for a split second. Argus felt the need- the itch for blood, and her claws curled along the paint caked along their limbs- a reminder: Grounding. They were here, the flash-flicker seconds that anger fizzled out, a trust to Ninazu to at least not comment on it as Argus, subdued after the display- or simply trying to return to that calm- pushing the anger, the need for blood aside for a simple moment.
“An unspoken story is a dangerous one, and you deserve to know it. Ninazu” Honnestly wasn’t a struggle anymore. It was a curse to lay at someone else’s feet, this honestly. Argus would not divulge the entirety of their past- they both may have had the time but Argus did not have the heart for such a harrowing tale much these days. They let out a huff of air, smoke billowing as their own electrical powers woke up at the edges of their throat- the want to billow a storm between their scarred maw was strong. “It’s not as simple as wanting their world to burn for me. If so I would have scorched the islands and been done with it.”
Argus wanted… They hoped for a family, yet they had held that. Raised one- two- too many that had rotted under their care the both of their attempts. It made any want of that turn sour in their mouths. It made revenge so much easier for the dragon to grasp. They had lived beyond their enemies and friends alike before, and felt no satisfaction at their enemies natural- sometimes peaceful deaths. No, Argus preferred to grasp their revenge with their claws, to rip it from the throats of those who had wronged her and gorge themselves on the prize of such victory.
In part it came with the upbringing of living on the cusp of war. Luciferus was in truth from a peaceful clan, and while he had adapted to the blood- the war: it was not a part of him the way it was a part of the beast: Argus thrived in war, thrived in conflict. Yet they wanted… wanted more than that.
They wanted that nebulous thing, to kill for another and in turn be someone to kill for. Wanted Loyalty, strong and bone deep to etch in another’s form as it did their own. They never had that. They wanted trust and friends and- a family found, forged in bone and ash and in death. Love, was subjective, Loyalty was concrete, it lay in the bones and couldn’t be crossed.
It shouldn’t be crossed
And the Typhoon- crossed it.
“They say revenge is a life well lived” Argus mutters, looking towards the lioness, imploring them to understand the want, the need for something they cannoy name. It was not a wish that should ever be named, to name it would break the tender thing they both were building here the the misted island. “But I have lived, outlived, and loved and lost”
“The best revenge- or so my uncle had once told me- is bullshit.” And this was a lilt of humor, the only Argus could give in such a topic turned towards them. “I prefer the more… carnal route.” Call them old fashioned, or barbaric- monstrous and yet never be farther from the truth. Argus was tired of being the monster, of extracting revenge against thoese that wronged them, yet they couldn’t find it to forgive… forgive the Typhoon. Forgive Goldenluxury. The Typhoon turned their backs on a supposed ‘traitor’ and Argus turned thiers on the same.
After a breath, a moment of silence they allowed their true reason to reveal itself. Argus “I haven’t meditated in years. I find myself a little loss to start back up” They looked towards the lioness then, an open offer left lingering in their body form “would you like to join me, in a guided meditation?” Argus offered, and the lilt in these words preluded the next offer “It’ll get you a Birdseye-view of the island afterwards.”
[table][tr][td][/td][td]It was a deliberate move- to remove the mask hat was always suited across the beast’s from. Careful claws pinch at the edges of it and in a gesture that seemed simple- the mask crumbles like chalk. White marrow dusting around their similarly- white frame. Revealing ten eyes, serrated mars, and scars outlined in black. The revealed the gesture in a crooked grin, one that seemed to make the subtext Ninazu had picked up on all that more… predominate. “Introspection. So it’s not only me picking up on it.” The dragon cut’s her laughter with the words curling around her tongue.
Argus did not mean it in part- Ninazu is someone that would attract her- attracts her in such a way. Yet Argus has not gone much in the way of ‘chasing’ someone in a while, but now that it was said it was. Argus wouldn’t take it back, take back that delighted feeling it brought to the dragon and the lioness both, from the looks of it. There is a hesitance for a moment before she moves to lay- one wing tucked under her body as her chest pointed towards the lioness.
As many eyes as the beast has- they don't have eyebrows or anything similar enough to them. Yet the features on their face morph to something similar, a cocked head. "Would it bother you, truly?" There were more being said with those words that Argus allowed to speak. Stryker was their leader yes but; Argus never much cared for doing what they were told but the sincerity- the steal in the undertones would hint that Argus would allow the implications to drop, if Ninazu wished it.
It hurt, to be known as a friend. How many had considered Argus a friend- a sister- family had been burned by it? Argus knew… they have hurt their own family. Memories of pinning down their own sister with the intentions to kill… Argus was not in the right headspace then, but the horrors of those lingering days still echoed in the back of their mind like a wave of force. Static. Cloying. A name whispered trying to take control.
Yet Argus was no longer that who they had been. A friend, it was an honor, and Argus offered a soft smile in response to it, mayhaps a tinge late in comparison to their initial words to the other making it fall flat, fall stiff along the soldiers of them both. Friends, and only thus? It would be a gift to be considered such, but even argus could not ignore the taste foul after the earlier suggestion.
Instead the beast took to another look outwards. The sight truly was remarkable, and not only because of only what Ninazu saw- or thought seen by them. Along the edges of the mist was the uneven waves crashing against distant sands. An island shrouded in mist- but Argus had ten eyes, and could see past the distance, the fog- if only in the vague shadows of such… The Typhoon. “The Typhoon was a home for the longest of times. I found… Family there. Loyalty- or what I thought was loyalty.” Argus could not hide the scorn in her voice, and the mannerisms of her birth form showed as the beast bared their fangs down towards the sight that was hard to see beyond the shore. A low rumble like thunder suddenly strikes their throat. A crack of a snarl as Argus lsot themselves to the memory. Luciferus, he didn’t even ask- Goldie- betrayed, burned- scorned for what- healing? It hurt, it hurt horribly.
That anger, the feeling of static washed over the beast then, and she felt reckless with the power. Such fine motor control slipping as the dragon turned wolfish for a split second. Argus felt the need- the itch for blood, and her claws curled along the paint caked along their limbs- a reminder: Grounding. They were here, the flash-flicker seconds that anger fizzled out, a trust to Ninazu to at least not comment on it as Argus, subdued after the display- or simply trying to return to that calm- pushing the anger, the need for blood aside for a simple moment.
“An unspoken story is a dangerous one, and you deserve to know it. Ninazu” Honnestly wasn’t a struggle anymore. It was a curse to lay at someone else’s feet, this honestly. Argus would not divulge the entirety of their past- they both may have had the time but Argus did not have the heart for such a harrowing tale much these days. They let out a huff of air, smoke billowing as their own electrical powers woke up at the edges of their throat- the want to billow a storm between their scarred maw was strong. “It’s not as simple as wanting their world to burn for me. If so I would have scorched the islands and been done with it.”
Argus wanted… They hoped for a family, yet they had held that. Raised one- two- too many that had rotted under their care the both of their attempts. It made any want of that turn sour in their mouths. It made revenge so much easier for the dragon to grasp. They had lived beyond their enemies and friends alike before, and felt no satisfaction at their enemies natural- sometimes peaceful deaths. No, Argus preferred to grasp their revenge with their claws, to rip it from the throats of those who had wronged her and gorge themselves on the prize of such victory.
In part it came with the upbringing of living on the cusp of war. Luciferus was in truth from a peaceful clan, and while he had adapted to the blood- the war: it was not a part of him the way it was a part of the beast: Argus thrived in war, thrived in conflict. Yet they wanted… wanted more than that.
They wanted that nebulous thing, to kill for another and in turn be someone to kill for. Wanted Loyalty, strong and bone deep to etch in another’s form as it did their own. They never had that. They wanted trust and friends and- a family found, forged in bone and ash and in death. Love, was subjective, Loyalty was concrete, it lay in the bones and couldn’t be crossed.
It shouldn’t be crossed
And the Typhoon- crossed it.
“They say revenge is a life well lived” Argus mutters, looking towards the lioness, imploring them to understand the want, the need for something they cannoy name. It was not a wish that should ever be named, to name it would break the tender thing they both were building here the the misted island. “But I have lived, outlived, and loved and lost”
“The best revenge- or so my uncle had once told me- is bullshit.” And this was a lilt of humor, the only Argus could give in such a topic turned towards them. “I prefer the more… carnal route.” Call them old fashioned, or barbaric- monstrous and yet never be farther from the truth. Argus was tired of being the monster, of extracting revenge against thoese that wronged them, yet they couldn’t find it to forgive… forgive the Typhoon. Forgive Goldenluxury. The Typhoon turned their backs on a supposed ‘traitor’ and Argus turned thiers on the same.
After a breath, a moment of silence they allowed their true reason to reveal itself. Argus “I haven’t meditated in years. I find myself a little loss to start back up” They looked towards the lioness then, an open offer left lingering in their body form “would you like to join me, in a guided meditation?” Argus offered, and the lilt in these words preluded the next offer “It’ll get you a Birdseye-view of the island afterwards.”
"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"