05-07-2018, 07:09 PM
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I GOT A BONE TO PICK
[W]iskerI GOT A BONE TO PICK
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Maybe in another life she would have something as simple as her first home going in flames as her own trial. But Argus had a past that went up in more than smoke. Buried with the names she tried to hide from the world- but seared within her soul. Evidence given by her own ritual. Those names forming into phantoms a ritual in which argus admitted her own desperate nature. The need in belonging that set the ruin in every action argus had made with each name.
She was still coming to terms with it. Trying to come with terms with her own selfless love turning so quickly into volatile backlash when the world took everything away. Knowing was the first step- and denial was where she current was. Not outright denying it, but ignoring it. Pushing it to the side as she tried to worry about her own injuies and the past that was trying to pull out a name she never uttered.
Probably the most dangerous parts of herself was never meant to have a name. But it did. Crimson eyes fell way to complete black and the name gave it a power Argus refused to give. Burying it with all the guilt until her apathy was the only thing that remained. Apathy. She was a watcher- her name a insignia of her new role that she vehemently tried to deny.
It was in this state, healing, breathing- with wounds raw and tender and a snarl quick to flash across the shinigami's face that she found the cipher washed up on the beach. Tar-like blood seeping into the clear sea making some part of the beast seize in memory. It was easy, to push aside such horrible emotions now when there was the presence to ground her. When she could so easily offer at least some kind of solace within a situation that seemed bleak and horrid to someone else. Relieving in the knowledge that she wasn't completely alone in watching the world reduce to shit around her.
She didn't try to hide her footsteps. Dull dark eyes flickering from the seeming wounded state of her clan mate as she took her seat next to the feline. The wolf acting as some strange shadow. Silent as she relived her own horrid entrance trial. A light grin settled on her maw as she opened her undamaged wing to shade the other from baking in the heat. "Fucking natives and their fucking jungle juice, huh?" It was a running gag within the clan. Being tricked into the entrance ritual was well- part of the game. While NPC's would snicker and gawfaul with the rest of the cremates about how seasoned and better they were. Argus' own initiation was fresh on her mind.
"You gonna be okay, yellow?" Argus' voice held no real concern, just a concerning amount of interest in the other. The smile that was one her face off her expression as she tilted her head towards the other. Red eyes watching. The large wolf making an intimidating presence but, not really putting i use to it here. Argus was more interested in getting to know the other to be worry about their potential threat in the clan. "Don't got much for internal bleeding, but i always keep a bit of booze on me for medical reasons. " Wither she considered this a real medical emergency to use it, she did not offer the bottle yet for that reason. Instead waiting for a reaction of her new crewmate would accept or snap at her. Either way- was pretty expected.
She was still coming to terms with it. Trying to come with terms with her own selfless love turning so quickly into volatile backlash when the world took everything away. Knowing was the first step- and denial was where she current was. Not outright denying it, but ignoring it. Pushing it to the side as she tried to worry about her own injuies and the past that was trying to pull out a name she never uttered.
Probably the most dangerous parts of herself was never meant to have a name. But it did. Crimson eyes fell way to complete black and the name gave it a power Argus refused to give. Burying it with all the guilt until her apathy was the only thing that remained. Apathy. She was a watcher- her name a insignia of her new role that she vehemently tried to deny.
It was in this state, healing, breathing- with wounds raw and tender and a snarl quick to flash across the shinigami's face that she found the cipher washed up on the beach. Tar-like blood seeping into the clear sea making some part of the beast seize in memory. It was easy, to push aside such horrible emotions now when there was the presence to ground her. When she could so easily offer at least some kind of solace within a situation that seemed bleak and horrid to someone else. Relieving in the knowledge that she wasn't completely alone in watching the world reduce to shit around her.
She didn't try to hide her footsteps. Dull dark eyes flickering from the seeming wounded state of her clan mate as she took her seat next to the feline. The wolf acting as some strange shadow. Silent as she relived her own horrid entrance trial. A light grin settled on her maw as she opened her undamaged wing to shade the other from baking in the heat. "Fucking natives and their fucking jungle juice, huh?" It was a running gag within the clan. Being tricked into the entrance ritual was well- part of the game. While NPC's would snicker and gawfaul with the rest of the cremates about how seasoned and better they were. Argus' own initiation was fresh on her mind.
"You gonna be okay, yellow?" Argus' voice held no real concern, just a concerning amount of interest in the other. The smile that was one her face off her expression as she tilted her head towards the other. Red eyes watching. The large wolf making an intimidating presence but, not really putting i use to it here. Argus was more interested in getting to know the other to be worry about their potential threat in the clan. "Don't got much for internal bleeding, but i always keep a bit of booze on me for medical reasons. " Wither she considered this a real medical emergency to use it, she did not offer the bottle yet for that reason. Instead waiting for a reaction of her new crewmate would accept or snap at her. Either way- was pretty expected.