09-24-2020, 02:26 PM
There is something to be said, about monsters: about savages. Argus should not be familiar with, but when the tremors started, Argus could tell something had woken in the same breath of air. With each change in winds there was a scent on the cusp of the horizon, an etch of it's spirit calling into the world and carving a place. Argus had thought it was the island itself, but then there was the shifting. Argus had dismissed it, curled along the sandy trenches of beaches not too far off from desert nor rivered banks they had slept.
While something woke up with static and calm, voiceless action. Five pairs of eyes blinked open. and suddenly there was a calling underground- underwater and it shook loose all the rage, and savagery of their own as they looked towards the beast at the same height as them and simply looked They didn't speak, didn't try to even open their crooked maw underneath the bone white mask and mostly white frame. Instead they raised their wings. Spreading burned leather limbs and with the joints towards the ground rose higher on their haunches.
Argus was naturally serpent like in nature. And most of their bulk was once considered by the fur along their back making them seem more like a western dragon- akin to their father. But Argus was a wolf first, and a wolf never meant to be a dragon- but a dragon they were. and hey would remain And if the Savage before them were a leviathan that Argus was on par- a creature of destruction, and they too rose to match the savage and let out an equally billowing cry.
This island was theirs. It was protected. It had room for no more monsters, had no room for savages to torment them. Argus would not allow one to come and claim this island it's own- it was theirs
[table][tr][td][/td][td]While something woke up with static and calm, voiceless action. Five pairs of eyes blinked open. and suddenly there was a calling underground- underwater and it shook loose all the rage, and savagery of their own as they looked towards the beast at the same height as them and simply looked They didn't speak, didn't try to even open their crooked maw underneath the bone white mask and mostly white frame. Instead they raised their wings. Spreading burned leather limbs and with the joints towards the ground rose higher on their haunches.
Argus was naturally serpent like in nature. And most of their bulk was once considered by the fur along their back making them seem more like a western dragon- akin to their father. But Argus was a wolf first, and a wolf never meant to be a dragon- but a dragon they were. and hey would remain And if the Savage before them were a leviathan that Argus was on par- a creature of destruction, and they too rose to match the savage and let out an equally billowing cry.
This island was theirs. It was protected. It had room for no more monsters, had no room for savages to torment them. Argus would not allow one to come and claim this island it's own- it was theirs
"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"