08-31-2020, 06:46 PM
Argus had not made the home for anyone in mind: it were too small for the dragon- that much was certain. Even homes created of sprawling 150 year oaks couldn't contain more that her form bundled and coiled. And Argus refused to live in such an easily flammable home. She would rather dig further off, a den made of stone and by her own claws: was a nice thought- this home was a practice, a foreshadow to the great home she would build for herself and her own ghosts? perhaps, only time would tell.
Cesar was the first to approach, small, but still her ears caught to his paws, and the foliage that crumbled under his paws. A pile of leaves now lay scattered near the 'entrance' she had dug: waiting to be woven. She didn't try to make a response towards the feline,; and as the kingpin made his approach the answer was obvious: she had heard the lion's paws before Cesar? or just spotted him from the vantage her height allowed her.
She had taken a break from building, for the moment at least to greet those who had come to see the progress- (or halt it, in Caesar's case ) "[glow=grey,2,300]anyone who needs it[/glow]" was the rugged reply; looking at stryker for a moment "[glow=grey,2,300]we are all in need of a place, at least to respite from the winds and rain[/glow]" before she made a gesture towards the leaves. "[glow=grey,2,300] could use some help weaving these along the roof, if you all would be inclined to lend a paw.[/glow]" at this she tilted her mask towards Caesar, knowingly perhaps: he wasn't one much for help as she had known him, she didn't expect much to change in the years.
of course, Argus had noted the movement of the youngest so far within the group. Ezrakel could be found darting along argus' edge of vision. A curious note in the otherwise restless task she had set herself to, now after a pause in work she stretcher her head, turning from the group and letting out a large yawn herself. Revealing yellowed fangs and blackened maw. "[glow=grey,2,300]why does it not surprise me that even one of our youngest is more productive than you, Caesar?[/glow]" Argus notes idly, her head tipped to point towards Ezrakel and his freshly built den.
Cesar was the first to approach, small, but still her ears caught to his paws, and the foliage that crumbled under his paws. A pile of leaves now lay scattered near the 'entrance' she had dug: waiting to be woven. She didn't try to make a response towards the feline,; and as the kingpin made his approach the answer was obvious: she had heard the lion's paws before Cesar? or just spotted him from the vantage her height allowed her.
She had taken a break from building, for the moment at least to greet those who had come to see the progress- (or halt it, in Caesar's case ) "[glow=grey,2,300]anyone who needs it[/glow]" was the rugged reply; looking at stryker for a moment "[glow=grey,2,300]we are all in need of a place, at least to respite from the winds and rain[/glow]" before she made a gesture towards the leaves. "[glow=grey,2,300] could use some help weaving these along the roof, if you all would be inclined to lend a paw.[/glow]" at this she tilted her mask towards Caesar, knowingly perhaps: he wasn't one much for help as she had known him, she didn't expect much to change in the years.
of course, Argus had noted the movement of the youngest so far within the group. Ezrakel could be found darting along argus' edge of vision. A curious note in the otherwise restless task she had set herself to, now after a pause in work she stretcher her head, turning from the group and letting out a large yawn herself. Revealing yellowed fangs and blackened maw. "[glow=grey,2,300]why does it not surprise me that even one of our youngest is more productive than you, Caesar?[/glow]" Argus notes idly, her head tipped to point towards Ezrakel and his freshly built den.