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--The free spirited sight of his winged friend began to anger Argus. Why was it able to live a free live and not he? The rage flared within his belly as the butterfly fluttered two and fro over the many rows of bricked walls and chain linked fences, always coming back to encourage Argus. But Argus' state of mind was not that of the butterfly's.
"Go away! I don't want your taunts and teases anymore. Leave me!" Argus snarled and glared through what good eye he had left at the butterfly, who seemed to not even hear him. Bombs and gunfire echoed through the thickening air. The war was in it's prime, but Argus was not.
Just drawing some stuff for myself between commissions and college work. Man alive...I hardly ever have time to draw for myself anymore... ;_; But it's for a good cause. 8D
Argus the Kangal and story © me, ~ProfessorPemzini