05-15-2018, 02:31 PM
Aw, Becky, do we have to? We could just kill 'em all instead, slit their throats and no one would hear 'em scream! A tempting offer but it would be a waste of his time to even think about the other leaders -- and considering he had an eternity of time, it was saying a lot. Beck could only silence the whining demands inside his skull, staring down at nothing as he trudged knee-deep through snow. To pass the time, he did entertain the impossibility of murder, earning a deranged smirk splitting across his disfigured maw. Jacob and Starry were easy picking, and he didn't even need to worry about Pincher, although his neck would take a couple swipes to saw through. That scumsucker would be the first to go, and from there it would be a bloodfest. He wondered if Starry's glittery blood would stain more than regular crimson. A bloodcurdling snicker wracked his gaunt figure, until he snapped out of his trance and glared up at a wooden door.
The boy didn't wait to be let in; when did anyone open the door for him anyways? Slipping through the wooden panels of the cabin itself thanks to an intangible body, Beck lurked in nonexistence for a while, unseen eyes burning into a pacing Jacob's back until the bumbling husky moved to open the door. Upon Starrynight's cheerful arrival, the poltergeist revealed himself, materializing in the corner of the cabin with an incoherant grumble. Flickering back into sight, the first thing Beck did was purposely smear muddy pawprints over the wooden floor and slouch back against the wall, scarred arms crossed over his shallow chest and lantern-like glare catching the firelight as he scowled back at the two leaders without a word. A twinge of jealousy stabbed through his being at the sight of the offered beverages, pinprick pupils snapping to Jacob accusingly. Accidental exclusion at its finest, and not only in the allied sense.
[align=center]»――➤The boy didn't wait to be let in; when did anyone open the door for him anyways? Slipping through the wooden panels of the cabin itself thanks to an intangible body, Beck lurked in nonexistence for a while, unseen eyes burning into a pacing Jacob's back until the bumbling husky moved to open the door. Upon Starrynight's cheerful arrival, the poltergeist revealed himself, materializing in the corner of the cabin with an incoherant grumble. Flickering back into sight, the first thing Beck did was purposely smear muddy pawprints over the wooden floor and slouch back against the wall, scarred arms crossed over his shallow chest and lantern-like glare catching the firelight as he scowled back at the two leaders without a word. A twinge of jealousy stabbed through his being at the sight of the offered beverages, pinprick pupils snapping to Jacob accusingly. Accidental exclusion at its finest, and not only in the allied sense.