END OF THE WORLD / private, beck

The jaguaress was in her room with Moses coiled lovingly around her good arm and his scaly face touching under the Goddess' chin, she ran her paw over his smooth scales forgetting how nice it had been to hangout with Moses. She didn't neglect him, of course, her roleplayer was just too damn lazy to mention him all the time. She felt antsy even when she was spending time with her large reptile companion, she could feel him slither from her arm to her neck where he'd probably bury himself in her mane. It amused her in a way though she didn't seem to pay attention as she picked up one of her long feathers that had fallen off from the sudden stress she was feeling, she took a deep breath trying to remind herself that she was safe. He was blind and probably helpless until he learned how to heighten his other senses, the brief thought made her feel a bit nauseous just the thought of him made her sick to her stomach.

Well, she had her sword in her room resting at her beds side which made her feel comforted since she would be able to defend herself if necessary. She set the feather down and ran her talons over the sheath that hid the swords blade, she had managed to clean it off of Kaatachi's silver blood though small beads of blood had stained the belt and sheath. Victory would think a bit to herself wondering over a few things and well, she had began to ponder small things that made her heart flutter. Things she could do but she was much too afraid to do or say. Huh, Victory wasn't as brave as she thought and well, she became Jell-o around this individual.

It hadn't been the first instance Beck had blindly defended another, afraid of danger stealing away one of what he considered a friend. Maybe this time it would be the last, right? Don't count on it, Becky. The poltergeist swatted away the other voice with a frantic wave, ears pinning back to his cranium as he slumped further down the wall he had been leaning against. What was the point of Tanglewood anyways? They were all going to die in the end, no matter how much some preached their holy immortality. Amunet could have been killed right then and there if she had been too far to reach. And all the animals sleeping in their overgrown homes around him would end up six feet underground, one way or another. In a couple of centuries, Beck would be alone again.

Awkwardly trying to hug his knees closer to his chest as if he had forgotten the basic anatomy of a cat and glaring out at the moonlit ghost town through filmy eyes, bitter thoughts were free to eat away at his mind. It doesn't matter anyways, soon they'll grow old and forget ya ever existed -- soon they'll grow old and die. A soft sniffle came from the little commander, struggling to keep his freckled cheeks dry and scrunching his face into a grimace. Aw, already cryin'? Thought you'd be used to it by now -- you're pathetic. No, he wasn't, was he? Beck lifted his head from his folded paws, moving to rest it back onto the wall so he could glance up at their stars.

Next thing he knew, he was tumbling backwards through the wall, staring up at a dim ceiling instead of the constellations with his back thudding on the floor. Numb with shock for a lifeless heartbeat, it took the mangy feline a second to register what had happened, hastily reverting back to a tangible state when he noticed it was Amunet's home he had phased into. A freezing paw shot up to rub away the gleaming tears caught in his eyes yet a cold flush still remained in his cheeks, chilling the temperature around him to frightful degree. Scrambling to lift himself off the floor, Beck offered a sheepish grin, stained with sadness he would never admit to, coupled with a feeble rasp, "Oh, hi there, Am, I didn't -- didn't see ya there." She wouldn't mind his accidental drop-in, hopefully. Unless she wasn't in the mood for dealing with intruding pests like him, as most proved to be.

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