05-26-2018, 10:34 PM
The world was still, for the most part. Slipping into an oblivious and mindless state did have its benefits, although they were nowhere near to outweighing the shadowing disadvantages of a unstable mindset. No bird song or foreboding splash could snap him from his trance, dull glare filmy and staring though the dried leaves around him. Not even the summer cicada's droning could disturb him. Except for one venomous voice blurting out and shattering his placid thoughts. Check out this dimwit, Becky, ya can see 'em from miles away! The boy flinched from his stupor with a startled wheeze, unable to force vocal chords to produce a yelp on short notice. "Shut up," he croaked out halfheartedly, lantern-like eyes already tracing an invisible tug to the source. Myopic pupils flitted over wilting foliage for the aforementioned dimwit, doubt festering in the form of an irritable pout before a vibrant blur was discernible. Hooked claws sunk into the branch he had been perched upon, craning forward to hopelessly gain a better view through failing vision and crowded undergrowth. What was it? A resurfacing curiosity itched in his hackles as he wobbled on his branch, watching the purple blob grow closer and larger. Wonder if its guts will be purple, too. Beck violently shook his head in denial, as if thrashing his head about was punishment for the nagging words inside his skull. Although, the wafting scent of old iron informed him he wouldn't need to do much to see if the stranger's veins flowed with violet to match his skin. Jaw set so that his jagged teeth unintentionally snagged on his bloodless lip, the poltergeist was quick to jump from his branch and back to the muddy ground with a faint thud. Staggering from his landing, there was no hesitation as he slipped into a thicket of ferns, grimy paws carrying him to where he predicted the purple beast would arrive.
Others caught up to the dragon before he did, earning a disappointed sigh from the scrawny feline as he limped through brambles and hovered a distance away from Morgan and Nayru. "D'ya always talk funny like that?" blurted his rasping drawl, honey-brown eyes scrunching up into a narrow glare as he idly shifted in impatience. He didn't like the other; he didn't have any body language or facial twitches to read at all, marking him as unpredictable and dangerous in Beck's simple terms. Maybe his muscles were just broken or, what's the word, paralyzed, so he couldn't express anything? No, that was stupid. Scarred features contorted into confusion as he spiraled deeper into theories as to why Ska'arq made him feel so uncomfortable. Glazed eyes had locked onto his old wounds, scrutinizing every possible way he could have earned them. "How'd ya get those cuts 'n' bites anyways? Were ya fightin' somethin'?" he sharply questioned, grubby apparition sending a ripple through his form like a threat. A notched ear twitched at Nayru's subtle gulp of anxiety, and for a moment, he cast his fiery stare to her, brows furrowing in concern. "Don't worry, Nay -- if he bites ya, I'll bite him back," the poltergeist giggled under a hushed rasp to her, tilting his head up closer to her ear, as if he was a schoolgirl gossiping to a friend someone's secret. Recoiling before his cold presence would chill the medic too badly, Beck returned his attention to Ska'arq, head inclining to the right to stare back in wait.
[align=center]»――➤Others caught up to the dragon before he did, earning a disappointed sigh from the scrawny feline as he limped through brambles and hovered a distance away from Morgan and Nayru. "D'ya always talk funny like that?" blurted his rasping drawl, honey-brown eyes scrunching up into a narrow glare as he idly shifted in impatience. He didn't like the other; he didn't have any body language or facial twitches to read at all, marking him as unpredictable and dangerous in Beck's simple terms. Maybe his muscles were just broken or, what's the word, paralyzed, so he couldn't express anything? No, that was stupid. Scarred features contorted into confusion as he spiraled deeper into theories as to why Ska'arq made him feel so uncomfortable. Glazed eyes had locked onto his old wounds, scrutinizing every possible way he could have earned them. "How'd ya get those cuts 'n' bites anyways? Were ya fightin' somethin'?" he sharply questioned, grubby apparition sending a ripple through his form like a threat. A notched ear twitched at Nayru's subtle gulp of anxiety, and for a moment, he cast his fiery stare to her, brows furrowing in concern. "Don't worry, Nay -- if he bites ya, I'll bite him back," the poltergeist giggled under a hushed rasp to her, tilting his head up closer to her ear, as if he was a schoolgirl gossiping to a friend someone's secret. Recoiling before his cold presence would chill the medic too badly, Beck returned his attention to Ska'arq, head inclining to the right to stare back in wait.