BLOODHOUND / o, trespassing

[beck.]

    So this was it, huh? The bland old desert in the middle of nowehere that had gone and stolen the girl he loved -- er, stolen his only friend. It wasn't as exciting as his movie-fueled mind had imagined. The landscape was much more boring without a looming clock tower striking high noon for a duel and a saloon rattling out creaky piano notes. At least there were still the crooked cacti silhouttes barely able to hold their roots in the loose earth. The little mud-colored feline paused for a hoarse sneeze, sending a cloud of collected sand from his tireless tracking before blinking up at the morning sky. Beck had trailed after Goldie from dusk to dawn, steady in his limp even as he carelessly kicked at the border and wobbled into the territory. Truth be told, he had no plan. But he didn't need a plan; he was Beck. It wasn't as if he was in any danger -- unless primitive desert-dwellers hired the critter-version of the Ghostbusters in preparation for his surprise visit.

    Giving an obnoxiously lazy yawn proceeded by an abrupt shrug of his shoulders and click of teeth, Beck plopped onto his haunches in the burning sand, never wincing thanks to disconnected nerves. Concentration knitted his youthful features as he reached around with his off-behind foot to scratch at his notched ear in thought, lifeless eyes staring beyond the approaching blurs on the flat horizon. Where would a bunch of critters hide other critters? Why would they want to hold people hostage anyways -- it took way too much effort. Oh, what if they decided to try and wrangle him under their armpit as well? The poltergeist stifled a giggle at the image of her kidnappers' burly mugs snarling at him with threats. Let them come, he didn't care. All he cared about was getting Goldie back. Even if he was remarkably foolish in his methods. Or remarkably crazy.

/ y'all feel free to do whatever to/capture this dumbass

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[COSMIIX]

[glow=black,1,400]A BEATING HEART OF STONE, YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

The smell of a trespasser made the fur bristle along the spine of the gigantic hybrid, a snarl erupting from his slightly parted jaws. Now strangers who wanted to join were quite welcomed but this one reeked of the oceanic breeze he had once smelt during that time he had tried stealing some shit from. What was it called again? The Typhoon? Eh, he didn't care what they were called yet one of them seemed to have wandered over into their territory and the striped direhound wasn't one for these kind of things. He was unaware of one of his clanmates capturing some Typhooner although, he had grabbed himself one along the way yet the large canid beast would saunter over without much hesitance with both ears perked forward and his pupils narrowed into dangerous slits. This bastard had a nasty looking scar but the nine foot tall hybrid didn't seem to pay it any heed as he spoke in a gruff voice "You're awful far from home, aintcha?" His muzzle scrunched up still demonstrating a bit of his teeth, Quill knew better than to underestimate his opponents and well, this wasn't any different though he'd attack when he saw fit. With a bit of his powers, he could easily pummel this son of a bitch and send him home yelping with his tail between his leg or manage to add someone else to the captures.

[EROS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]The notion that someone could trespass upon their desert home and some of them not knowing it didn't surprise the former slave. In fact, he found it shameful that the Rosebloods had forced them out of their previous home. He missed the jungle dearly but he kept that notion to himself as law was law and the whims of the leader was their own to make come true. Sighing the large beast moved forward, eyes easily shifting over the lay of the land as he picked up the scent of Typhoon. How strange? Unless they were of the two captures they had recently acquired? But not this far from the fortress, never this far. On the wind drifted Quill's scent and where he was the other would surely be as he followed after, forked tail sliding against the ever shifting sands that they lived in. It took a few moments before the male reached the site of the trespassing individual and he cocked his head to the side, eyes shifting over the area before he allowed a snort to leave him. Seemed like they were troubling the Typhoon a lot these days and he had no doubts that they would retaliate. But all he truly cared about was keeping his capture, and Quill safe. "It would be wise to turn back now. Unless you would prefer the hassle." His voice expressed emotionlessness as he slowly settled to sit upon the ground.

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ —  Stryker was never involved with politics, nor did he necessarily care about what position of power anyone was in besides himself, as it gave him the advantage over others. Hence in his time, he did not know of this 'Beck' ghost dude. To him, this was not the former glorious leader of Tanglewood, but instead another random ghost wandering the area after Tanglewood's strange ghost occurrence. Now if only they could go away...

Wandering over towards his scuttling mates who had their panties in a twist already after two seconds, the lion craned his head off to the side. Perhaps this would be more interesting than he thought.

[Shigaraki.]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Shigaraki has never had patience for trespassers on their territory. He's dealt with other trespassers, by giving them a short and painful death by burning them alive with his fire elemental powers. Killing was fun, but he had gotten bored of it. Something new would be nice to give a try. The male approached the scene, alongside the others and he stares in his interest, a brow raised. The others seemed more interested in chasing the intruder out, but he has something else in mind.

"Stop." He decides to speak as he comes to a halt. "This one is mine. I want some fun and this will certainly give me the entertainment I desire. If he tries to run, I have something to stop him." He sends a glance in Beck's direction, allowing fire to flicker at his paws, daring the Typhoon member to try and run.

[guts]

She didn't blame others for trespassing. It wasn't obvious that they lived there, though the scent was still there. Not everyone knew of them. But, if they continued like they were, they would probably become more infamous in reputation. She wasn't completely sure how to feel about that, knowing people would react negatively to her mere presence. It was kind of depressing if she really thought about it. So she didn't, instead approaching the group that had gathered around Beck, frowning.

For this guy's sake, she hoped he took the warning and left. But if he didn't, she wouldn't feel bad as bad. He had been warned and it was his problem. It was his choice, and she was debating whether or not she wanted to stick around and see the outcome.

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