DRESSED UP FOR A HIT AND RUN | Joining (?)

[ARGUS]

Argus had at one point been in most clans. The typhoon was their first place they literally flew into and landed. They could say they were one of the first people there, When Pincher was still settling into the leadership role, but the clan had it's roots in the islands there. When Argus was just as tired, just as weary; saw the dog's smirking cocky features and simply fell into their loyalty- their duties there.There were moments- instances that Argus simply... reverted to before the clans here- to the islands of the typhoon had found her along the beach with sagging wings and half closed eyes- where they had welcomed the once-wolf.

A monster didn't need to prove it, needn't do every monstrous thing.

Argus could sit along the beach and enjoy the sag into their limbs as they walked, but there was more to the point that the dragon slept there on the beach. Where the sound of the sea was their lullaby, where the sands cradled them in a way that meant more familiarity than the occasional awning beach. Argus was not born by the island, though they could credit the Typhoon to their mannerisms now. The lofty drawl in their tone now, the mercy in their bones where there was once only savagery

But they were not in the Typhoon anymore, and once again Argus found themselves adapting into something new, something wholly different. Wolfish and savage and awning maws opened wide- claws ensnaring into this small island as theirs. These people as theirs. Something desperate and dangerous just on the cusp of being shown.

Caesar's voice cut into the Dragon's doze at the beach. Surprisingly or mayhaps not- Argus slept there through most of the mornings. Spending the evenings and late night as their day. Unless, there was something interesting that the dragon could guess they spent most time asleep. preserving their energy for the moment's the entire ruin o their island was awake with activity- it was rarer these days. With their leader mostly sick and the island as a whole building their defenses for the future raids- Argus built from the ruins at the night and the days were spend asleep- usually

But it was the sight of the hellhound that rose them- Ten eyes blinking wide and a mask set across their own face. Under it a snarl like smile in place, and it was in their answering growl as they came around the feline Caesar: wings spread slightly in a threat- if there presence wasn't enough of one. "and how exactly did you hear of us, death dealer?" The dragon hissed. Their head raised, and the edge of static in the cusps of their maw threatening to spill out in equal plasmic breath.

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"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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