a higher purpose never worked for me // visitor

the ability to shed fur, shift bones as easy as breathing: Shape shifting was never just as easy, as blase as the blood that dribbled down vir skin and into the sands. It caused discomfort from the dragon, to see one flex such an ability so easily, to see such mastery over a power many rarely used outside of the sense of shifting forms.

"Hopefully, this one proves to be interesting, hm? They got to be to catch your attention" The dragon shivers into existence from the tree's her large form crowding over the entire group, ten eyes narrowed down at the strange possession that clung to Ninazu's other form. Wings, blood, horns scattered without care. Fur shed with each itch, they hummed, their own claws itching to sink into the sands and bury any tell of their own thoughts.

The smell of rot, the shiver of pure chaos that seemed to linger over vir form like a shawl, Argus felt it more than they saw it, a pair of eyes looking elsewhere- just shy of vir eyes to the cloak of their spirit that bubbled and frothed just above the fur. "Reciprocating, I can see what could've caught The dear kingpin as well- where are you from, hm?"

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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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