05-05-2018, 01:06 AM
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I GOT A BONE TO PICK
[W]iskerI GOT A BONE TO PICK
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Argus typically avoided the entrance of the island as much as possible. The forgotten train was remnant of something argus never truly revealed to anyone. She highly doubted that anyone even noticed that she did such a thing when greeting newcommers. Never offering them tours like someone in her position should- rather encouraging them to just explore the place. But to be fair- the typhoon was made of pirates, and if anyone had the kind of ability to blame the lack of slightness on the mannerisms of the clan- it would probably only be available within the typhoon. Where pretty much anyone could get away with near murder if they only claimed it as a trick.
To be fair- the trains were a little creepy. Hollowed out abandoned two-leg crap. Any animal could come and guess and make a thesis on what it was about. But these trains were mostly hollowed out. Empty seats and broken in safes (as per the usual crew's pillaging) the carts looked empty, but even the hollow shells of the mobile monster- Argus considered herself weary. If the night that got her her first injuries in a while didn't happen- it would have probably stayed as slightly weary.
But alas, the world loved to dig up shit on her troubled backstory. The past she tried to bury within the confines of her mind and brush of any reminders within the bounds of territory as the casual weariness argus always showed. It wasn't just the freshly created wounds anymore either. It was the traitorous tick inside her own little head that plighted her now. Pitting her to some desperate disheveled state. It was only a matter of time- until Argus ran of the territory in attempts to cease the paranoia in a quickly designed break.
Argus didn't bother making an excuse when she left. She was known for being absent until called- or needed anyway. Days at a time before the officer would be spotted within the clan came and gone- it was considered normal for her to up and disappear. What was not normal- however was the manner of which she appeared within barracuda bay the next after a said disappearance.
No one had greeted her when she approached the border- which was better luck for the watcher considering what kind of state she was in. Twitchy and occasionally snarling at nothing as she prowled along the south-side beach. Making her way to the acolyte's hive of no- not hive uh what was it called..?- the place was a bustle of activity, which only seemed to swarm into the sands when the fresh scent of blood and tangle wood mingled in the air. The camp where the war-bound clan was open and friendly. It was deeper into the territory so there wasn't many on guard. Having calmed down and more concerned with trying to save face that letting whatever remnant possession of the mind had taken her when she first returned.
When the officer collapsed into the center of the square she did so with whatever managed self control she had. Dull red eyes cast across the going frenzy of her crewmates as she slowly turned to rest her body among the white of the sands. The red along her left wing was completely weeping- the stark color of the officer's blood like a war-banner. Her left wing was unusable for the moment. Large punctures along the entirety of it- red dotting the according flank where she attempted to curl the wing into her self. She winched as she set herself down. Careful of the open wounds along her neck. Maybe she should have heeded Killua's words in keeping the bandages around them- since the wounds had reopened on the trip back.
She was snappish and agressive. A cornered animal when she spotted few of her crewmates along the beach. Dark red eyes narrowed at the hush that she brought with her within the camp. "Medic! Someone needs to come help me patch myself up over here. These wounds won't stop bleeding on their own!"
/injuries
Punctured wing - at least four places. Only one managed to break through a joint in her wing. the rest only went through feathers & tendions.
Wounded paw pads from walking an extending amount of time.
Reopened wounds- Three long gashes along her neck. Placed around the normal hole along her throat.
To be fair- the trains were a little creepy. Hollowed out abandoned two-leg crap. Any animal could come and guess and make a thesis on what it was about. But these trains were mostly hollowed out. Empty seats and broken in safes (as per the usual crew's pillaging) the carts looked empty, but even the hollow shells of the mobile monster- Argus considered herself weary. If the night that got her her first injuries in a while didn't happen- it would have probably stayed as slightly weary.
But alas, the world loved to dig up shit on her troubled backstory. The past she tried to bury within the confines of her mind and brush of any reminders within the bounds of territory as the casual weariness argus always showed. It wasn't just the freshly created wounds anymore either. It was the traitorous tick inside her own little head that plighted her now. Pitting her to some desperate disheveled state. It was only a matter of time- until Argus ran of the territory in attempts to cease the paranoia in a quickly designed break.
Argus didn't bother making an excuse when she left. She was known for being absent until called- or needed anyway. Days at a time before the officer would be spotted within the clan came and gone- it was considered normal for her to up and disappear. What was not normal- however was the manner of which she appeared within barracuda bay the next after a said disappearance.
No one had greeted her when she approached the border- which was better luck for the watcher considering what kind of state she was in. Twitchy and occasionally snarling at nothing as she prowled along the south-side beach. Making her way to the acolyte's hive of no- not hive uh what was it called..?- the place was a bustle of activity, which only seemed to swarm into the sands when the fresh scent of blood and tangle wood mingled in the air. The camp where the war-bound clan was open and friendly. It was deeper into the territory so there wasn't many on guard. Having calmed down and more concerned with trying to save face that letting whatever remnant possession of the mind had taken her when she first returned.
When the officer collapsed into the center of the square she did so with whatever managed self control she had. Dull red eyes cast across the going frenzy of her crewmates as she slowly turned to rest her body among the white of the sands. The red along her left wing was completely weeping- the stark color of the officer's blood like a war-banner. Her left wing was unusable for the moment. Large punctures along the entirety of it- red dotting the according flank where she attempted to curl the wing into her self. She winched as she set herself down. Careful of the open wounds along her neck. Maybe she should have heeded Killua's words in keeping the bandages around them- since the wounds had reopened on the trip back.
She was snappish and agressive. A cornered animal when she spotted few of her crewmates along the beach. Dark red eyes narrowed at the hush that she brought with her within the camp. "Medic! Someone needs to come help me patch myself up over here. These wounds won't stop bleeding on their own!"
/injuries
Punctured wing - at least four places. Only one managed to break through a joint in her wing. the rest only went through feathers & tendions.
Wounded paw pads from walking an extending amount of time.
Reopened wounds- Three long gashes along her neck. Placed around the normal hole along her throat.