It was inevitable this day would come. His spirit was wired as being restless, never content with where he roamed and never hanging around for longer than a few months. He thought clinging to the sleepy community he carelessly formed would have stretched out to last more than he usually haunted, but Beck was itching to get on the move again. Just the thought of the lousy swamp he tried to call home was enough to make his bloodless heart cramp up with bitter sadness. An unexplainable ache that wormed its way through a nest of sinew and burrowed deep within his chest. They knew the truth now; he was nothing more than a broken child who thought he could replace the family he lost with animals. They probably never liked him in the first place.
There was never much to pack, save for his collection of mementos and belongings, yet those were all easily stored in his apparition anyways. Scarred paws hesitated as he moved to pack the few things he had stolen from his peers to remember them by if they left long before he ceased to exist. Would they even remember him? Hardly anyone did. With a tremble of a sigh, he brought the simple trinkets with him anyways, preparing to flee from his creation before anyone could catch him. Dawn was waiting to bleed into the morning sky, and careful to keep himself numb, the scrawny feline slipped the bucket handle belonging to a sleeping Audrey over his neck and abandoned the sunken little house he called a storage unit without a second glance. It would probably take them a few days to even notice he was gone. Staggering from his fly trap friend's increased weight, Beck left no trail to follow or note to explain. He simply disappeared, too cowardly to admit why he couldn't stay and too unsure of himself to know where he was headed at all. All that could be said was that Beck and any trace of his three months wasted in the wetlands were gone.
/ as much as i love being in tangle, recent events and school and marching band have just caused me to be. too sad to really keep up with roleplaying anymore. maybe one day beck will be back, but for now, he'll be put on hiatus
i'm sorry :'')
[align=center]»――➤There was never much to pack, save for his collection of mementos and belongings, yet those were all easily stored in his apparition anyways. Scarred paws hesitated as he moved to pack the few things he had stolen from his peers to remember them by if they left long before he ceased to exist. Would they even remember him? Hardly anyone did. With a tremble of a sigh, he brought the simple trinkets with him anyways, preparing to flee from his creation before anyone could catch him. Dawn was waiting to bleed into the morning sky, and careful to keep himself numb, the scrawny feline slipped the bucket handle belonging to a sleeping Audrey over his neck and abandoned the sunken little house he called a storage unit without a second glance. It would probably take them a few days to even notice he was gone. Staggering from his fly trap friend's increased weight, Beck left no trail to follow or note to explain. He simply disappeared, too cowardly to admit why he couldn't stay and too unsure of himself to know where he was headed at all. All that could be said was that Beck and any trace of his three months wasted in the wetlands were gone.
/ as much as i love being in tangle, recent events and school and marching band have just caused me to be. too sad to really keep up with roleplaying anymore. maybe one day beck will be back, but for now, he'll be put on hiatus
i'm sorry :'')
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