04-12-2018, 04:40 PM
YOU'LL KNOW I WASN'T JOKING WHEN YOU SEE THEM TOO
It was a natrual responce to someone there within the border with enemey scent to exicute on sight. The typhoon was a very different group than the others- in the fact that they didn't allow traitors into their own midst. Argus herself was very careful on who she trusts within the clan- as well as outside it.
Beck's recent raid left most of the clan calling for his head, but Argus was interested in something else about the leader. Spirits were very rarely ever caught as spirits. The few she knew were very open about the entire being dead thing. Yet Argus had never seen much of one taking control of a clan. She was due to visit them, if for her own interests sooner or later within the week.
However, here on the border of her own clan; she was a striker in charge of policing the clan. Being active enough not to throw off suspicion with how often she left the clan does tend to other people. Argus was already starting to make connections outside the clan. To hear how volatile Tanglewood was also proved only to encourage her to throw them into a frenzy.
Aa, the wonders of clan plotics.
"Well, we don't have much of an official medic here right at the moment. But I'm probably the most qualified at the moment to help." Which, probably wasn't the most settling thing she could say, but a downplay on her own healing abilities came naturally. Just because she knew how to heal didn't mean she wanted to be the clan's healer. She was much rather interested in the blackjack rats than to become to voodoo master or whatever they called it here.
"You said your name was Phobeus? Name's Argus. Welcome home." She offered a bright grin towards the other, full of sharp teeth and dull red eyes. "Now, let's see about you not bleeding out here on the border before i take you to the medical dens, ne?" Argus would walk a little closer, careful and deliberately giving him time to back up if he didn't want her to look.
The brand wasn't so much a burn scar as she was used to branding herself and more of the leader's name carved there. She pulled the bag hidden under her wing. gauze unrolling and There was nothing she could do at the moment without aloe. "Better yet, you want a lift there? Probably best to stay off that leg until we can treat it"
Beck's recent raid left most of the clan calling for his head, but Argus was interested in something else about the leader. Spirits were very rarely ever caught as spirits. The few she knew were very open about the entire being dead thing. Yet Argus had never seen much of one taking control of a clan. She was due to visit them, if for her own interests sooner or later within the week.
However, here on the border of her own clan; she was a striker in charge of policing the clan. Being active enough not to throw off suspicion with how often she left the clan does tend to other people. Argus was already starting to make connections outside the clan. To hear how volatile Tanglewood was also proved only to encourage her to throw them into a frenzy.
Aa, the wonders of clan plotics.
"Well, we don't have much of an official medic here right at the moment. But I'm probably the most qualified at the moment to help." Which, probably wasn't the most settling thing she could say, but a downplay on her own healing abilities came naturally. Just because she knew how to heal didn't mean she wanted to be the clan's healer. She was much rather interested in the blackjack rats than to become to voodoo master or whatever they called it here.
"You said your name was Phobeus? Name's Argus. Welcome home." She offered a bright grin towards the other, full of sharp teeth and dull red eyes. "Now, let's see about you not bleeding out here on the border before i take you to the medical dens, ne?" Argus would walk a little closer, careful and deliberately giving him time to back up if he didn't want her to look.
The brand wasn't so much a burn scar as she was used to branding herself and more of the leader's name carved there. She pulled the bag hidden under her wing. gauze unrolling and There was nothing she could do at the moment without aloe. "Better yet, you want a lift there? Probably best to stay off that leg until we can treat it"