09-01-2020, 08:10 PM
there was a part of Argus that sat up, in attention to the tone in Summer's voice. it called in a voice that drifted under her scales, a tension of fiber strung- coiled ready to snap in overexersion from living so close to the place she had been ruined by. It lived in silence under the damned mother's skin, it coiled tight and cooed sweetly into the night as argus huddled along the beach wtihout shade, without a home. Looking off to a sea that was unforgiving and merciless.
It sat up, and hissed weakness into Argus' spine, it dogged her vision, a narrow lilt onto the pair as she glanced ath the pair of them. Ten eyes scrutinizing towards the pair that had seemed to wash up towards the clan. It seemed the most obvious and common for joiners: wash up her seeking a home, and a home they would be provided here- if they so wished it. If not, then it was their prison.
"[glow=grey,2,300]you are right, in that very few know of this island's existence [/glow]" Argus' voice was coy as she came to land along the beach. Ivory bone claws digging into the sand with practiced ease. Landing without little kick up. her large form loomed over the pair, and at the right angle she draped her own shadow over the pair. She coked her head, her elongated neck showing a unnerving feature of her.
"[glow=grey,2,300]you are lucky to be caught by the island's tides, otherwise there wouldn't be much to catch you, for a long... while[/glow]" She made a fleeting gesture towards the sea- the lack of isles beyond the typhoon and the main island only covered a corner of the Condemned's borders. The rest? was an open sea, a sea no one had in record returned from to Argus' knowledge, and her mind sprawled farther back than the discovery of the island herself.
"[glow=grey,2,300]Westley , was it?[/glow]" the dragon hummed, the rough sound in her voice shaking through her frame with a rumble: the question sounded more like a challenge. "[glow=grey,2,300] you both are alright? Would you need the guru's help- a healer?[/glow]"
It sat up, and hissed weakness into Argus' spine, it dogged her vision, a narrow lilt onto the pair as she glanced ath the pair of them. Ten eyes scrutinizing towards the pair that had seemed to wash up towards the clan. It seemed the most obvious and common for joiners: wash up her seeking a home, and a home they would be provided here- if they so wished it. If not, then it was their prison.
"[glow=grey,2,300]you are right, in that very few know of this island's existence [/glow]" Argus' voice was coy as she came to land along the beach. Ivory bone claws digging into the sand with practiced ease. Landing without little kick up. her large form loomed over the pair, and at the right angle she draped her own shadow over the pair. She coked her head, her elongated neck showing a unnerving feature of her.
"[glow=grey,2,300]you are lucky to be caught by the island's tides, otherwise there wouldn't be much to catch you, for a long... while[/glow]" She made a fleeting gesture towards the sea- the lack of isles beyond the typhoon and the main island only covered a corner of the Condemned's borders. The rest? was an open sea, a sea no one had in record returned from to Argus' knowledge, and her mind sprawled farther back than the discovery of the island herself.
"[glow=grey,2,300]Westley , was it?[/glow]" the dragon hummed, the rough sound in her voice shaking through her frame with a rumble: the question sounded more like a challenge. "[glow=grey,2,300] you both are alright? Would you need the guru's help- a healer?[/glow]"