10-12-2020, 09:48 PM
It wasn't a surprise that Argus had been given rank there, no. It was with a heavy heart, and a solemn set to the dragon's gait that they followed along. Argus felt her own body ache with the feeling as Argus tried to grapple for control with the ability she felt bubbling in the surface. An espionage- a spy It would prove interesting, if making the rest of their work within the Coalition on the back burner in exchange for the work done inside anther clan- would irk at them. The dragon offered a hum of agreement to their charge's own question. Ten eyes swirling between the two without any real pattern.
"I hope at least, well enough." The dragon rumbled in their own growl. The mask that lay across their features was present- and hint the aprehention in Stryker's judgement far from their own tone. Instead the dragon decided to crowd near the entrance of the cave, keeping onlookers and any eavesdroppers away with a wing draped across the cover of the wall.
Stryker was egar to push them both out- his clever little spies they would prove to be, and argus had the telling of a great one under her wing. The dragon was so well at trading stories that she felt no ill will on doing it again, it was only in their history that told them of a different kind. With a handler on their neck- with their loyalty to a sense of people rather than a cause: Argus felt the lingering hesitance fade in the reality settling around her.
"What are our missions, dear kingpin?" Would they be placed together? apart? There were only the two of them as far as the dragon knew- and four clans to which they needed the eyes. Argus could mayhaps proove to be in two places- but three? No, even they didn't have the reserves or ability to stay awake- stay active in all of these places.
[table][tr][td]"I hope at least, well enough." The dragon rumbled in their own growl. The mask that lay across their features was present- and hint the aprehention in Stryker's judgement far from their own tone. Instead the dragon decided to crowd near the entrance of the cave, keeping onlookers and any eavesdroppers away with a wing draped across the cover of the wall.
Stryker was egar to push them both out- his clever little spies they would prove to be, and argus had the telling of a great one under her wing. The dragon was so well at trading stories that she felt no ill will on doing it again, it was only in their history that told them of a different kind. With a handler on their neck- with their loyalty to a sense of people rather than a cause: Argus felt the lingering hesitance fade in the reality settling around her.
"What are our missions, dear kingpin?" Would they be placed together? apart? There were only the two of them as far as the dragon knew- and four clans to which they needed the eyes. Argus could mayhaps proove to be in two places- but three? No, even they didn't have the reserves or ability to stay awake- stay active in all of these places.
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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"