SUCH A WRETCHED AFFAIR / capture

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IT'S A WICKED TWISTED FABLE

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Argus was used to hurt, daresay she made a home out of it- a place where pain made her alive and brought her whole. She was raised in a clan that killed and murdered and tortured as if it were a common event, and it made this clan of pirates seem tame in comparison. But the demand for blood would always remain, and even know argus could not complain as she saw feliks drag along a body ripe for the punishment that awaited them. As much as the typhoon was not the sanguine ruins, there were flashes of it's kind. Torture, hurt- killing to kill for the thrill of it, without any of the control that their once rigid control on monster's in the clan that the ruins held. As much as she had left her birth clan in ruins- with hate and anger and bitter hurt she could not help but miss it at times, it made the public torture her home away from home, and the sands along the beach where not as heated coals along her paws but she could bury herself in the grains all the same here. Because the typhoon was her home, and she would not leave it- but sometimes it helped to be reminded, of what she used to have.

There was no hesitation to join along the circle forming around feliks, people were eager for a show and so was argus. The dragon laying in along the side, curled up to watch from where she lay. A wicked grin settled along her maw, but there was no hesitation to enjoy the show. The hurt- the punishment that feliks thought the pitt deserved focused onto a soul person. "you want some help, i could give him something he'll remember" Callous words cut across the clearing, and although argus lifted a claw and tapped along their own head, giving a hint to what she could do to help him.... remember his lesson.

[glow=#212121,2,300]She's unstable![/glow]

[W]isker