12-02-2020, 08:21 PM
The dragon stepped closer towards the meeting place, this wound;t e the first meeting that Argus had attended, far from it. Yet there was no doubt about the news - the whispers spreading around camp. Everyone was getting ready for their true purpose, while tangle wood had been such a wonderful distraction, Argus' set sights on a bigger goal, and the dragon felt a thrum at the reminder of the last meeting. Such a lovely gift of the old leader of the swamp lands had been, to welcome raid even more so a delight. Was this the announcement? Was it time for the dragon to finally allow the torrent of their fury on the isles?
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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"