06-10-2018, 04:04 AM
For a Tanglewood everyman, it wasn't unusual to glance up into the trees by chance and discover a lazing Beck tucked between the branches. Even in the sweltering humidity, the ghastly feline could always be counted upon to be lounging about in the dense treetops. To no one's surprise, that was exactly how he was wasting his time, accidentally predicting where Iota and her ragtag team of landscapers would end up deciding to use as an orchard. Not that Beck minded too much; at least it was close to the rickety old farm itself. Peeling bark jabbing into his flanks as he restlessly fidgeted against the birch's trunk, the poltergeist had been attempting to force himself into an impossible nap, lantern-like eyes shut and senses turned off as he pretended to sleep. Evident by the dark circles shadowing his glare, his methods had been failing for centuries.
Even with his stubborn endeavor to catch a far-fetched wink of sleep, his notched ear perked and twitched at nearby voices, tetchily flicking about as if trying to swat away an annoying mosquito. One lazy amber eye peeked open into a hooded squint, tracing out blurred and familiar movement through the leafy haze. A huff of air and a hollow sniff next, Beck recognized the four members after a moment, begrudgingly shifting from his slump to crane his neck out and peer down at them. What were they doing? Another sniff informed him of the rotten fruit they were carrying, a sickened scowl twisting his freckled face at the basket. "D'ya have to use that? What are ya even doin'?" Beck hissed from his perch, stump of a tail thumping on the branch as a tic. Beyond the obvious answer of interrupting his hopeless nap, his ears flattened backwards at their explained plans. He hadn't exactly thought of starting their own farm before then; they all were animals that were supposed to hunt and eat each other, right? Maybe they were turning into herbivores all of a sudden, or were just feeling adventurous.
Wiggling slightly before jumping down from his branch with a graceless landing, Beck shook the mud and dust from his grimy flanks, leaning back onto bristly haunches with his head tilted expectantly. "Whatcha got for me to do, then, Eye-O-Tah?" the boy drawled teasingly, honey-brown eyes dulled with boredom. He had nothing better to do today anyways, so why not humor her fantastical ideas for now?
[align=center]»――➤Even with his stubborn endeavor to catch a far-fetched wink of sleep, his notched ear perked and twitched at nearby voices, tetchily flicking about as if trying to swat away an annoying mosquito. One lazy amber eye peeked open into a hooded squint, tracing out blurred and familiar movement through the leafy haze. A huff of air and a hollow sniff next, Beck recognized the four members after a moment, begrudgingly shifting from his slump to crane his neck out and peer down at them. What were they doing? Another sniff informed him of the rotten fruit they were carrying, a sickened scowl twisting his freckled face at the basket. "D'ya have to use that? What are ya even doin'?" Beck hissed from his perch, stump of a tail thumping on the branch as a tic. Beyond the obvious answer of interrupting his hopeless nap, his ears flattened backwards at their explained plans. He hadn't exactly thought of starting their own farm before then; they all were animals that were supposed to hunt and eat each other, right? Maybe they were turning into herbivores all of a sudden, or were just feeling adventurous.
Wiggling slightly before jumping down from his branch with a graceless landing, Beck shook the mud and dust from his grimy flanks, leaning back onto bristly haunches with his head tilted expectantly. "Whatcha got for me to do, then, Eye-O-Tah?" the boy drawled teasingly, honey-brown eyes dulled with boredom. He had nothing better to do today anyways, so why not humor her fantastical ideas for now?