It required a lot of willpower to keep himself from flinching away at the arriving rogues, suddenly wanting to retreat back to the shadows and spend the rest of the night as a wallflower. What was he thinking? He didn't know how to hold parties; he had only been reintroduced to society three months ago. Beck bit down on his bloodless tongue quite visibly as he recoiled from where he laid out the food, bumping into the fluffy form of Morgan in the process. A subtle whimper slipped out of his lungs, but the boy forced himself to recover -- he couldn't be vulnerable in front of creatures who looked up to him, after all. Ignoring the fact his bothersome stump of a tail was tucking between his legs, he glanced back at Morgan and muttered back in response to the deputy's comment, "It should, right?" Doubt was plain on his freckled features before his expression returned to the stoic scowl it usually was locked in, yet a notched ear continued twitching in worry.
Scarred lips curled up into a crooked smile at both Malphas' and Arrow's respective actions, albeit impaired by the salt burn that had torn away most of his left cheek. The small gesture was promptly shut down when Arrow pointed it out, to which Beck jabbed his nose up at the smoke-filled sky and gave a ragged scoff in defense, "I ain't smilin'." He was quickly distracted again by Morgan and Vigenere's discussion, swiveling his head around similar to an owl's to interject, "Ya gotta keep it a surprise, 'member?" It would be more anticipated that way, and then unwilling clanmates couldn't back out once their plans were underway. Then the festival might actually prove to be successful.
During the awkward lull of conversation, the mangy little feline shuffled his paws until he couldn't bare the white noise of crackling flame and distant crickets anymore, stammering out with an embarrassing voice crack that caused him to falter back into his native accent, "So do any of y'all have any -- any stories?" A cold flush rising to his face, Beck proceeded to cough and wheeze in hopes of covering up his mistake while still glancing from face to face. Ghost stories were always amusing to mock, in his opinion, and perhaps animals had their versions of campfire tales, too.
/ first event has been posted!
[align=center][color=#705a4b]»――➤Scarred lips curled up into a crooked smile at both Malphas' and Arrow's respective actions, albeit impaired by the salt burn that had torn away most of his left cheek. The small gesture was promptly shut down when Arrow pointed it out, to which Beck jabbed his nose up at the smoke-filled sky and gave a ragged scoff in defense, "I ain't smilin'." He was quickly distracted again by Morgan and Vigenere's discussion, swiveling his head around similar to an owl's to interject, "Ya gotta keep it a surprise, 'member?" It would be more anticipated that way, and then unwilling clanmates couldn't back out once their plans were underway. Then the festival might actually prove to be successful.
During the awkward lull of conversation, the mangy little feline shuffled his paws until he couldn't bare the white noise of crackling flame and distant crickets anymore, stammering out with an embarrassing voice crack that caused him to falter back into his native accent, "So do any of y'all have any -- any stories?" A cold flush rising to his face, Beck proceeded to cough and wheeze in hopes of covering up his mistake while still glancing from face to face. Ghost stories were always amusing to mock, in his opinion, and perhaps animals had their versions of campfire tales, too.
/ first event has been posted!
