NATURAL // OOC prompt + New body

[ARGUS]

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It was a creature comfort- the past. It was one of the few that argus allowed themself to find comfort in. These hand-me-down memories of different versions of them self. Reminders of who they are- who they cannot be. It was- confusing to some- but argus was created by these memories. Created by the actions of the what their other’s have done wrong. It was hard to abandon it- no they would loose them self if they even tried to forget the past. In it was the seed of their control- the essense of who they were. everyone was created b their history- but maybe argus took a little too far.

(but at least, in the past- it was easy to see where they were going.)

The future was harder to look at, because it was a blank space- where argus’ conscious was left to conjure up whatever nightmares and hopes it desired. Truth be told- argus did not have a future- so much as they had a past. Something to guard- something to lock away from the rest of the world. The future for them was not bright- but it was grim, because the past was just so.

Names were a way to decide who they would be for argus. From whisper: who became nothing more but a shadow bearly heard of in the past- to Obscuro: darker and darker- turning darker- staining other’s with the same ferocious savagery. Zacktov: an evolved form of every fear they had- everything they hated comming to face in their own reflection -  to Argus.

When Argus chose their new name, it was after a very iconic event. Learning that- revenge is not a path- shouldn’t be a path that they take. Argus’ name was passed down from a tale of a monster with a thousand eyes. Millions of perspective’s of both monster and animal, of beast and hero- Argus was a gatekeeper to something never meant to see the light of day. And their name was a part of it. The entirety of it.

Because to keep from becoming Whisper forgotten:Obscuro broken: Zacktov feared they had to learn from it.

But looking up- looking at the future was a part of it too.

(the future was harder to see- harder to tell, and that frightened them.)

Why did they come to the typhoon? If they wanted a new start- a name change was all that was necessary- no they wanted to belong. They wanted a place to call thier own without drowning in the past- but the past is all that they have looked to recently. The past and their own fears. It’s their fault really- but something unconsiously done is hard to stop.

The typhoon is familiar to all of these key parts of who they used to be. Blended perfectly together in a newer setting. It was a fitting place for the gatekeeper- the water the-

Well, for argus.

It was sun rise, the sun setting beautiful reds over the oceon in a familiar shade that would make any veteran  weary. New days meant more mistakes, meant more loss, but Argus had felt the stirring of some intangible- positive emotion flutter into their chest at the sight. The small name argus had taken before it set into the sky was because of the small ache in their bones from the day prior.

It was only now that the reason was clear, if by the different portions of their form now. Everything seemed slightly... bigger. their perception seemed not only sharper- but multiplied. They shifted in the sands. Grains shifting from their form as they moved. Two pairs of wings, and a colder feeling body tempreture...

“hmm” Maybe there was a reward for looking up.

Afterall, one does not become a fucking dragon out of no-where, do they?

Well, actually...

there seem to be some set backs

//and so- argus is a baby dragon
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I LEARNED THE VOICES DIED WITH ME

[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently married. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — YOUR SILENCE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND ❞

Pincher did not find much comfort in the past if he was completely honest. His childhood had been one of withered pain and loss of innocence, chipping away to reveal the layer of brutal honesty that one had to admit to when facing the cruelities in this word. If the world was cruel and ruthless, you had to be more of that in order to survive. He had to admit that he was rather glad that he was created into who his father and uncle had molded him to be, a perfect mixture of both personalities. His father's intimidating rough intense ambition for the best and his uncle's cunning strategic charm that complimented and eased the ruggedness of his hybrid personality. But the memories of how he was made in who he was...were not fond. He was not who he had been born, the dreams that he had as a child were just crumpled papers burned and unreadable to the world.

Pincher wasn't his real name. It was just a false one he carried because it was one he was used to. To be fully honest, he hated how he had gotten the name. It had been a nickname made out of mockery and cruel amusement after young child had his nose pinched by a king crab and had cried about it. Instead of comfort, his father and his gang members laughed and decided to name him Pincher, his true name tossed into the dirt to bury. Even his name Deniz was not his birthname. Deniz was the name that his father had changed from his true birthname, Delmar. He had only just recently found out the truth of his name and frankly, was conflicted in returning to Delmar or Deniz. But after careful deciding, the male decided to remain with Pincher. A mocking nickname but one he hoped would ring with pride after his hardwork in the Typhoon. He wanted to show that despite being seen as just some joke in his father's eyes, he was going to become who he believed a person named Pincher could be.

The male had been relaxing in the tavern for quite some time, his body hunched over a drink that was a mix of bitter black coffee and sharp whiskey, a drink he took on the daily. However, he appeared rather drained and not in the mood for it as he lapped lazily at the drink, wincing at how it did not soothe the itch in his throat that caused him to cough softly. He mumbled soft curses before deciding to step outside with his hazy aqua blue gaze locked onto an odd form...a dragon. His dark cinder gray head tipped to the side as he strode closer with slight caution. He noticed they seemed rather relaxed and then he noticed that the scent he was familiar with was clinging to the stranger and the wildcat halted, broad shoulders relaxing as he muttered ”A...Argus? It's you right?” Pincher’ senses were struggling on gripping reality due to the sickness that was weighing him down as he sniffed, confused and perplexed.

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❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL  — JAGUAR — FATHER — HUSBAND ❞

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[Luciferr]

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"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...
It coiled itself around your tender heart."

"It is - I'd recognise the aura anywhere" that was the thing, for the dark god who lived in shadows and born of the union between void and chao - to him it did not matter your mask, your chosen shadow, he could always see through it - it was in his nature, it was how no matter the illusion he cast, he could - had - always found his brother no matter how blinding the light bent around him was.

Lucifer's countenance was solemn behind Pincher as he observed Argus and her newfound form - some hint of sadness in ancient eyes, for while she had far too many eyes in the wrong patterning and a more webbed wing, that pale scales reminded him of his long gone twin - and idly he thought Valkiran were he alive, might've enjoyed the typhoon and it's oddities as much as he.

TAGS • PLAYLIST • LARGE DRAGON • TYPHOON / PRIVATEER

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