11-11-2020, 01:11 AM
With every monster there was someone to slay it, but in war the monster was nothing but an opponent: even here Argus knew this. In comparison to their first battle where Argus was surrounded by all sides, taken prisoner… It felt glorious, for once to be of the size, the stance to fight back. To destroy their enemy, to feel nothing but glee and the strain of such muscles from a long hard fight. Even outnumbered Argus felt weightless, graceful as in their element of war.
The fight had just started, clear cut across the battle Argus was a rallying point. With Aurum’s spins along the throat and tail end of his form Argus knew there was very little Argus could battle against. They were a physical creature, this form had once only been used to overwhelm, to destroy and overpower; But here Argus admitted to facing a bigger opponent, who shifted as easy as breathing. It was to aurum only a body of war, to where for argus their’s has become something of a lifeline. It bore their bones and blood and Argus like many shifters grew more acostomed to it as breathing.
Argus didn’t wear this body as a skin so much as they had become it, but down to their core they would always be a wolf, and wolves were relentless.
The mask on argus’ features covered the natural defense against the spines. The taste of blood in their mouth was a victory. The taste of the angel was sweet on their tongue. The other’s mind was delicious, even unconscious they could see it. a sea of static, without thought or mercy: in another circumstance, they could’ve been friends, there could’ve been companionship.
But here there was only battle, and the other’s challenging words didn’t deter them, the pale white dragon remained silent, but the edge’s of their mask revealed crooked, gleaming teeth of a smile Caged tongue slipping between to lick a smear of blood on their porcelain white mask.
They reared back, pushing out of the sight of the sweeping tail and instead catching the lunge from the angle. The Shinigami’s clawed hands came down from the rear to push Arurum’s face down into the dirt. Grinding his face into the mud of his bog-like home.
“You will make a good challenge” Their voice was solemn, but in the cries of battle Argus’ voice was a roar. From their vantage clawed wings went to claw down the sides they could reach, in aim for the eyes that littered on the sides of this form. Make him feel the pain, even at the risk of the spines that crept at the edge’s of their wings from the brush with spines. Argus’ own Adrenalin making the stings fell all but nothing in the midst of battle.
[member=6881]aurum.[/member]
[table][tr][td]The fight had just started, clear cut across the battle Argus was a rallying point. With Aurum’s spins along the throat and tail end of his form Argus knew there was very little Argus could battle against. They were a physical creature, this form had once only been used to overwhelm, to destroy and overpower; But here Argus admitted to facing a bigger opponent, who shifted as easy as breathing. It was to aurum only a body of war, to where for argus their’s has become something of a lifeline. It bore their bones and blood and Argus like many shifters grew more acostomed to it as breathing.
Argus didn’t wear this body as a skin so much as they had become it, but down to their core they would always be a wolf, and wolves were relentless.
The mask on argus’ features covered the natural defense against the spines. The taste of blood in their mouth was a victory. The taste of the angel was sweet on their tongue. The other’s mind was delicious, even unconscious they could see it. a sea of static, without thought or mercy: in another circumstance, they could’ve been friends, there could’ve been companionship.
But here there was only battle, and the other’s challenging words didn’t deter them, the pale white dragon remained silent, but the edge’s of their mask revealed crooked, gleaming teeth of a smile Caged tongue slipping between to lick a smear of blood on their porcelain white mask.
They reared back, pushing out of the sight of the sweeping tail and instead catching the lunge from the angle. The Shinigami’s clawed hands came down from the rear to push Arurum’s face down into the dirt. Grinding his face into the mud of his bog-like home.
“You will make a good challenge” Their voice was solemn, but in the cries of battle Argus’ voice was a roar. From their vantage clawed wings went to claw down the sides they could reach, in aim for the eyes that littered on the sides of this form. Make him feel the pain, even at the risk of the spines that crept at the edge’s of their wings from the brush with spines. Argus’ own Adrenalin making the stings fell all but nothing in the midst of battle.
[member=6881]aurum.[/member]
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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"