08-24-2020, 08:19 PM
To say Argus found this new group was quite literally what happened. The large snap of her bone white wings as argus entered the mist around the typhoon- and on the other side she found a wrecked island with inhabitants still recovering. The Coalition was a place for the outcasts; those that could not find refuge in the rest of the merger clans, either because they were too big or because they felt unfit. The Tanglewood had memories of helplessness, and the typhoon had barred her for ever returning. There were little places Argus could turn to- the desert of the pitt? The place that had held the start to her ruined reputation. She didn’t like the idea of open conflict, and the peace here, the quiet populace and the seldom atmistphere, argus found her place here. She found a peace that she doesn’t remember having in a while.
The shore found a familiar face: cesar Cipher, as far as the dragon knew- the head of the family and one of the enemies of a few clans himself. She let out a low huff at his demeanor, red ruby eyes looking down at the group she found herself stalking towards.
“[glow=#480000,2,300]Cesar, what a surprise.[/glow]” The dragon hummed, painted feet stopping short of the group. “[glow=#480000,2,300]doubt you stumbled here like I did, hmm?[/glow]” It may not have been well known thing.
The shore found a familiar face: cesar Cipher, as far as the dragon knew- the head of the family and one of the enemies of a few clans himself. She let out a low huff at his demeanor, red ruby eyes looking down at the group she found herself stalking towards.
“[glow=#480000,2,300]Cesar, what a surprise.[/glow]” The dragon hummed, painted feet stopping short of the group. “[glow=#480000,2,300]doubt you stumbled here like I did, hmm?[/glow]” It may not have been well known thing.