06-17-2018, 10:11 PM
They weren't allies, alright. But Beck didn't consider them a threat either. The slow-burning feud had been first ignited when the now-deceased Vladimir was snatched up right in their own sleepy town, and found deas by a rescue team. But after that? Nothing enough to truly ruffle the poltergeist's feathers. Even if a few of their wanna-be pirates pranced over their border, the Typhoon was going to have to try harder than that to be considered an actual threat.
The creature parading through the marsh now was terribly foolish. Where was his back-up? Did he even have a plan beyond seeking trouble? The poltergeist couldn't help but roll his eyes as he watched from above in the trees, well aware of Caesar's unfamiliar scent the moment he stepped foot past the border.
Creeping not too far behind the serval's impulsive trail and jumping from branch to branch with practiced nimbleness, the seeds of a plan began to take root in his brain upon noticing the direction Caesar was headed. Good thing he had reset the leghold trap that was hidden there not too long before his silent pursuit. Quickening his pace to overtake Caesar and allowing his apparition to fall transparent in order to not be seen, he was far ahead of the trespasser by the time he scrambled down a tree trunk and back to the ground. Unseen paws adjusted the waiting leghold to where he predicted the serval would misstep, and snagged a nearby vine to set up a crude tripwire that would cause Caeser to stumble face first into the smaller version of a beartrap. All he had to do was sit back, and wait to tug at the now-slack and unnoticeable vine when Caesar came trampling by.
As expected, Caesar waltzed blindly into the invisible entity's view not long after. If he wasn't veiled in nonexistence, Beck would have tilted his head in curiosity at the closer glimpse of Caesar. He looked familiar, with the same eyesore yellow fur as Vigenere and the same skulking gait. Almost like they were related or something. Shrugging away his realization, when Caesar finally neared his tripwire enough, the unseen poltergeist gave his end of the vine a quick jerk, causing the length of vine to snap up at ankle level and assumedly trip the serval. If he had positioned his trap correctly, that meant Caesar would have faceplanted right on top of the leghold's trigger. The trap's toothed frame was rigged to bite and clamp down onto whatever limb had set off its trigger; Beck's cruel design had been meant to inflict as much damage as possible.
[align=center]»――➤The creature parading through the marsh now was terribly foolish. Where was his back-up? Did he even have a plan beyond seeking trouble? The poltergeist couldn't help but roll his eyes as he watched from above in the trees, well aware of Caesar's unfamiliar scent the moment he stepped foot past the border.
Creeping not too far behind the serval's impulsive trail and jumping from branch to branch with practiced nimbleness, the seeds of a plan began to take root in his brain upon noticing the direction Caesar was headed. Good thing he had reset the leghold trap that was hidden there not too long before his silent pursuit. Quickening his pace to overtake Caesar and allowing his apparition to fall transparent in order to not be seen, he was far ahead of the trespasser by the time he scrambled down a tree trunk and back to the ground. Unseen paws adjusted the waiting leghold to where he predicted the serval would misstep, and snagged a nearby vine to set up a crude tripwire that would cause Caeser to stumble face first into the smaller version of a beartrap. All he had to do was sit back, and wait to tug at the now-slack and unnoticeable vine when Caesar came trampling by.
As expected, Caesar waltzed blindly into the invisible entity's view not long after. If he wasn't veiled in nonexistence, Beck would have tilted his head in curiosity at the closer glimpse of Caesar. He looked familiar, with the same eyesore yellow fur as Vigenere and the same skulking gait. Almost like they were related or something. Shrugging away his realization, when Caesar finally neared his tripwire enough, the unseen poltergeist gave his end of the vine a quick jerk, causing the length of vine to snap up at ankle level and assumedly trip the serval. If he had positioned his trap correctly, that meant Caesar would have faceplanted right on top of the leghold's trigger. The trap's toothed frame was rigged to bite and clamp down onto whatever limb had set off its trigger; Beck's cruel design had been meant to inflict as much damage as possible.