07-27-2018, 06:20 AM
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DOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[W]iskerDOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;color: #E0EEEE;text-transform:lowercase;"] Most people ran from their history, and those that weren't were chasing ghosts of their past- both have respectively been witnessed by the lupine- hell even experienced. But the reason argus never told anyone their own story was less to do with the fact that they cared about what others thought, and more aligned with the fact that it was so long and twisting. And looking at it objectively. It were akin to a spiral.
It wasn't the frustrations so much as it was the heartbreak. Maybe an older less refined version of argus could agree with bakugo, could sympathies with likeness in fire. Dull red eyes spotted the feline near the border, their neutral expression twisting into something more welcoming but not quite... right. They were pirates after all, and there was a reason they were second best of the group- it wasn't necessarily for niceness.
They landed nearby, not offering any real fanfare as their wings closed back behind their back. Showing off a katana's hilt before hiding it under feathered limbs again. "What you want angry kitty?" The wolf spoke, their voice a near a low octave growl beside the amused grin that stretched after they spoke.
It wasn't the frustrations so much as it was the heartbreak. Maybe an older less refined version of argus could agree with bakugo, could sympathies with likeness in fire. Dull red eyes spotted the feline near the border, their neutral expression twisting into something more welcoming but not quite... right. They were pirates after all, and there was a reason they were second best of the group- it wasn't necessarily for niceness.
They landed nearby, not offering any real fanfare as their wings closed back behind their back. Showing off a katana's hilt before hiding it under feathered limbs again. "What you want angry kitty?" The wolf spoke, their voice a near a low octave growl beside the amused grin that stretched after they spoke.