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If the kitten was a woven gold, then the Striker was made of marble. Sculpted in the image of perfect balance: Ferosity- bloodthisty and careing. Dull red eyes shone like murky rubies and claws made of iron. A breath from savage and a glimpse of ageless. Argus was too well aware with her own image. Unkept fur falling carefully around her thin frame- wings carrying most of her bulk and muscle. She looked withered and old, one stray wind away from being knocked into the sand to murge with it in ash if it wern't for one glareing difference.
Across her throat marred the perfect white of her frame. A hole, about three centimeters in length where her throat was meant to be. Still shoulders and a black gap that carried out to the back of her neck. It was a sign of the danger that lurked under- crawling into her skin and filling her hollow bones with something far stronger and permanent than marrow ever could be. Power, magic, spirit. Whatever you wished to call it. Divinity, death, and insanity exhaled around her like a physical aura. A Harbinger in many unspoken things. Death, peace, mercy- love.
Divinity saturated the air like toxic smoke, a snarl filtering across the pale canid's shoulders at the sense of it. Ruby eyes flashing with callous malice. Like a puppet being pulled to act, her thin and unintimidating first glace shifted into something dangerous. Teeth flashing as she broke between the tree's only to spot a fleck of gold not unlike what her clan collected greedily. In the harsh light of the moon, the disappearing traces of other on the breeze. Argus made a silent claim on her own find. A child. A child.
It made her shake in long forgotten rage towards the parents. She was careful- cautious in stepping out unto the beach to claim her prize. Ruby eyes flickering from the small wailing child to the beach. Trying to find some vacant remnant clue. When none came, the beast picked up her pace. A note was tied to the basket, cursive English stating two words. Marking their claim on what is no longer there. She kept the growl from her throat as she clawed the not in two.
"Shh, shh. I am here. I will watch you for the night." Because as much as it filled her with rage, she knew she was not in the right mind to take care of someone- to claim this kid as selfishly as she wanted. Dark ruby eyes flashed with an unspoken need. Now was not the time- she could not accept him as her own. But she had little doubt that someone else would. The typhoon was filled with broken individuals like her. Maybe she could take the child to the captain. Heh, it would give him something to boss around.
"You are Roma, little one. And I am Argus." The beast hushed in absolution, her words soft but reverent, a voice kept at a hush as the wind picked up the named letter and blew it into the water. "Welcome home. You are home now, little roman." She could take him to the captain in later today, but for now, as the sone rose to greet her- she thought it fair to allow herself this selfish moment.
[W]isker
Across her throat marred the perfect white of her frame. A hole, about three centimeters in length where her throat was meant to be. Still shoulders and a black gap that carried out to the back of her neck. It was a sign of the danger that lurked under- crawling into her skin and filling her hollow bones with something far stronger and permanent than marrow ever could be. Power, magic, spirit. Whatever you wished to call it. Divinity, death, and insanity exhaled around her like a physical aura. A Harbinger in many unspoken things. Death, peace, mercy- love.
Divinity saturated the air like toxic smoke, a snarl filtering across the pale canid's shoulders at the sense of it. Ruby eyes flashing with callous malice. Like a puppet being pulled to act, her thin and unintimidating first glace shifted into something dangerous. Teeth flashing as she broke between the tree's only to spot a fleck of gold not unlike what her clan collected greedily. In the harsh light of the moon, the disappearing traces of other on the breeze. Argus made a silent claim on her own find. A child. A child.
It made her shake in long forgotten rage towards the parents. She was careful- cautious in stepping out unto the beach to claim her prize. Ruby eyes flickering from the small wailing child to the beach. Trying to find some vacant remnant clue. When none came, the beast picked up her pace. A note was tied to the basket, cursive English stating two words. Marking their claim on what is no longer there. She kept the growl from her throat as she clawed the not in two.
"Shh, shh. I am here. I will watch you for the night." Because as much as it filled her with rage, she knew she was not in the right mind to take care of someone- to claim this kid as selfishly as she wanted. Dark ruby eyes flashed with an unspoken need. Now was not the time- she could not accept him as her own. But she had little doubt that someone else would. The typhoon was filled with broken individuals like her. Maybe she could take the child to the captain. Heh, it would give him something to boss around.
"You are Roma, little one. And I am Argus." The beast hushed in absolution, her words soft but reverent, a voice kept at a hush as the wind picked up the named letter and blew it into the water. "Welcome home. You are home now, little roman." She could take him to the captain in later today, but for now, as the sone rose to greet her- she thought it fair to allow herself this selfish moment.
[W]isker