06-25-2018, 12:56 AM
Recognized voices floating about the junkyard's discarded skyscrapers had finally swelled loud enough to distract Beck from his work, sifting through trashed appliances for scrap metal and possible trophies to add to his collection. He hadn't found anything suitable yet, having picked his surroundings clean already from prior visits. Nothing had been abandoned here since then. But the company was a new change. Usually nobody bothered to squeeze under the junkyard's fence just to play among man-made garbage; today must have been different based on how many creatures were flocking to converse.
Pulling himself away from the remnants of what he assumed used to be a washing machine, the mangy feline rounded the corner of a crushed car, following the scents of five individuals -- no, wait, six? His inky nose twitching in an attempt to identify the sixth animal as he stalked closer to the motley group, nearsighted eyes drawn to the small black smudge in the center and her fantastical claims. "Ya can't eat the moon!" Beck scoffed, vibrant blue chemicals threatening to spill over scarred lips as he rasped, "It's the moon for cryin' out loud." The moon and other heavenly bodies had been a constant throughout his existence, looming above his head and staring down with her blind eye. To think a lowly cub barely able to catch a rat would be able to stretch up on her tiptoes and make a snack out of Earth's natural satellite was ridiculous.
His honey-colored glare met her own gaze with a skeptic glint, pupils flitting about as he watched for telltale movements of personality. Where did this kid even come from, anyways? She smelled like she had been in Tanglewood for long enough to not be a stray child wandering into their territory, but there weren't any couples he knew of that had been expecting either. Unless... Beck jerked his attention away from Hati to blink at Fenrisulfr and Amunet, split brow shooting up in accusing surprise while blurting, "Oh, ya two got busy, didn'tcha?" He never was one for subtleties. The only hole in his conclusion-jumping was the lack of extravagant, "godly" features on plain little Hati. But genetics were finicky, weren't they?
[align=center]»――➤Pulling himself away from the remnants of what he assumed used to be a washing machine, the mangy feline rounded the corner of a crushed car, following the scents of five individuals -- no, wait, six? His inky nose twitching in an attempt to identify the sixth animal as he stalked closer to the motley group, nearsighted eyes drawn to the small black smudge in the center and her fantastical claims. "Ya can't eat the moon!" Beck scoffed, vibrant blue chemicals threatening to spill over scarred lips as he rasped, "It's the moon for cryin' out loud." The moon and other heavenly bodies had been a constant throughout his existence, looming above his head and staring down with her blind eye. To think a lowly cub barely able to catch a rat would be able to stretch up on her tiptoes and make a snack out of Earth's natural satellite was ridiculous.
His honey-colored glare met her own gaze with a skeptic glint, pupils flitting about as he watched for telltale movements of personality. Where did this kid even come from, anyways? She smelled like she had been in Tanglewood for long enough to not be a stray child wandering into their territory, but there weren't any couples he knew of that had been expecting either. Unless... Beck jerked his attention away from Hati to blink at Fenrisulfr and Amunet, split brow shooting up in accusing surprise while blurting, "Oh, ya two got busy, didn'tcha?" He never was one for subtleties. The only hole in his conclusion-jumping was the lack of extravagant, "godly" features on plain little Hati. But genetics were finicky, weren't they?