06-13-2018, 04:55 AM
Tearing flesh, childish cooing, and the reek of algae? Looks like the mysterious Fish was back to keep them entertained and cleaning up after her messes.
"Dammit, not again," was the first thing he wheezed out upon stumbling across the sight, drawn to the scent of blood like the tide to the moon. What did everyone have against alligators? Beck gave an exasperated swear under his punctured breath, switching back to his native tongue before glancing back down from his branch at the crime scene. Oh, it was gory all right, and part of him was reminded of long-forgotten scenes from slashers he watched years ago. The poltergeist scrunched his eyes shut in concentration to remember their titles for a moment, flashes of spattered stage blood and mangled corpses painted across a screen briefly crossing his mind yet all remained nameless.
A familiar garbled strand of words dragged his attention away from the various televisions he longed for and back to staring down at a mutilated gator and its predator, amber eyes glued to the brutal meal instead of acknowledging Valo-kas' arrival. Shifting his nonexistent weight on his tree branch and hooking his claws into cypress bark, the disheveled feline twisted his head to the side in owlish fashion. Swiping a pallid tongue over exposed teeth, Beck crept forward down his branch to peer over Fish and hoarsely call out, "How'd ya even get a gator? And ya know, ya can just ask for somethin' to eat instead of... doin'... this." While he himself lacked a proper stomach and a need to eat, everyone else needed to, and by now, he was sure everyone's efforts had accumulated a large enough stockpile to freely snack from. But what did he know? Beck was only attempting to spark a conversation to distract from the noises of Fish ripping through hide and tissue.
[align=center]»――➤"Dammit, not again," was the first thing he wheezed out upon stumbling across the sight, drawn to the scent of blood like the tide to the moon. What did everyone have against alligators? Beck gave an exasperated swear under his punctured breath, switching back to his native tongue before glancing back down from his branch at the crime scene. Oh, it was gory all right, and part of him was reminded of long-forgotten scenes from slashers he watched years ago. The poltergeist scrunched his eyes shut in concentration to remember their titles for a moment, flashes of spattered stage blood and mangled corpses painted across a screen briefly crossing his mind yet all remained nameless.
A familiar garbled strand of words dragged his attention away from the various televisions he longed for and back to staring down at a mutilated gator and its predator, amber eyes glued to the brutal meal instead of acknowledging Valo-kas' arrival. Shifting his nonexistent weight on his tree branch and hooking his claws into cypress bark, the disheveled feline twisted his head to the side in owlish fashion. Swiping a pallid tongue over exposed teeth, Beck crept forward down his branch to peer over Fish and hoarsely call out, "How'd ya even get a gator? And ya know, ya can just ask for somethin' to eat instead of... doin'... this." While he himself lacked a proper stomach and a need to eat, everyone else needed to, and by now, he was sure everyone's efforts had accumulated a large enough stockpile to freely snack from. But what did he know? Beck was only attempting to spark a conversation to distract from the noises of Fish ripping through hide and tissue.