MY NIGHTMARES WILL HAVE NIGHTMARES ☆ REVOLT

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NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Laughter. Amusement. Rancorous laughter bubbled forth from the wyrm as soon as Argus charged at him, and his words were vicious, although short, "WEAK. PITIFUL. DIE." The dragon's bite connected, but the angel stayed upright, far too steady on the large base that his curled form represented. More laughter left the wyrm, and the frill of spines around Aurum's neck puffed outwards, aiming to stab into [member=218]ARGUS[/member]'s face and flesh. The wyrm seemed deeply unaffected by Argus's efforts, which was a good thing. He knew that, after this battle, he would be exhausted from using this form, but for now, he felt good. He felt firm, and he felt incredible. Argus's attempt to infiltrate similarly did very little. After all, how was one supposed to infect the mind of a beast that was without thought? The wyrm's mind was already a mess of static before the dragon's attempt, and it remained that same way afterwards. Even as blood began to pour forth from the neck wound, Aurum just continued to laugh, swinging his club of a spined tail towards Argus's side, trying to slam into the dragon's side and cause him a huge amount of pain.

There was a huge difference, between Argus and Aurum. The dragon was fighting to consume. He wanted to bend and to break things to his will, in a way that went against everything Tanglewood stood for. Meanwhile, even in his current furious state, Aurum was fighting for Tanglewood. He was fighting for the place that had been his home for ages, and he was fighting for everyone there that he considered to be his family. His love for Tanglewood would always win out over Argus's need for power, and that was what drove the wyrm forward, his eyes narrowing into dangerous and rage filled slits. The eyes that lingered all over his body were focused on the dragon, with the five main ones on his head narrowed in bloodlust. With a vicious roar, the wyrm slammed forward, attempting to latch his lamprey-like mouth onto Argus, wherever he could reach. If he was successful, he would keep his vice-ike grip for some time, aiming to rip the other's scales and flesh to pieces with the rows upon rows of teeth that made up his maw. If he was successful, he would seem almost delighted as he went to town, clearly glad to be causing such pain and destruction when it came to Argus – why wouldn't he be, considering the bastard had come in to threaten his home?

Whether this revolt worked or not – although Aurum really hoped that it would – the former proxy would still get some sense of satisfaction. Satisfaction from causing members of the Coalition pain. They deserved it, after all the pain that they had already put Tanglewood through with their ill-fated takeover. Frankly, Aurum couldn't wait to see them fall, with hopefully every single one of them dead and bleeding by the end of it all. With the Pitt, the angel had least felt a little bit of sympathy for them, since he knew that every one of their members wasn't shit. With the Coalition? They were all just bastards, and he didn't feel a single second of guilt about watching people like Elsweyr dig into them.

some notes abt aurums current form for attackers:

– Ref.
– MAMA is a 10 feet tall wyrm, with his entire body covered in several eyes. He has five eyes on his main head.
– He has a mane of dark spines around his neck that puff out when he's angered, as well as several spines on his tail. They will break off and secrete venom if they manage to land.
– These spines secrete venom similar to that of a lion fish. This can cause severe stinging pain, bleeding, bruising, numbness, shortness of breath, and muscle weakness.
– His mouth is similar to that of a lamprey, with rows of sharp teeth going down the inside of his mouth. Therefore, if anything goes into his mouth, it gets shredded and crushed, rather than normally chewed up

— OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.