Begging to bleed . Fireside horror stories

[ARGUS]

On the edges of the full hunter's moon, the clouds swirl ominously. Argus was on the cusp of camp during the dusk-lit hours, Small torches shadowing against the pale bleach scale and fur of the beast that claimed home here. Argus felt restless in ways that were hard to describe to any mere mortal. The mask along their face painted in dripping black and vibrant-almost blood reds. Along their form the sound of shifting earth could be heard. Front talons digging into the earth at the edge of the ruined camp, Argus would pull the rooted halved tree's that still lingered inside the camp. Dragging them into the fresh pit Argus had created.

It was with the rumble of thunder, that Argus would be truly noticed. Cloudy, but without a hunt of rain... a typhoon on the cuts of the border, and Argus' careful calling brought it closer, over the camp with a strain even to their great powers. But it would only be revealed within the next second, as a strike of lightening struck the earth along the ground- lighting the dried, dead log under their feet into a careful swell of fire that Argus set to cultivate.

"Gather, wanderers of the Condemned, the damned. Tonight i wish to befall you all a tale of great and horror."Argus' voice echoed after the crack of the thunder, a huge boom that the dragon's voice rose afterwards, ringing into the heads of everyone in range of the thunder.

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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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