06-26-2018, 03:59 AM
It hadn't been the first instance Beck had blindly defended another, afraid of danger stealing away one of what he considered a friend. Maybe this time it would be the last, right? Don't count on it, Becky. The poltergeist swatted away the other voice with a frantic wave, ears pinning back to his cranium as he slumped further down the wall he had been leaning against. What was the point of Tanglewood anyways? They were all going to die in the end, no matter how much some preached their holy immortality. Amunet could have been killed right then and there if she had been too far to reach. And all the animals sleeping in their overgrown homes around him would end up six feet underground, one way or another. In a couple of centuries, Beck would be alone again.
Awkwardly trying to hug his knees closer to his chest as if he had forgotten the basic anatomy of a cat and glaring out at the moonlit ghost town through filmy eyes, bitter thoughts were free to eat away at his mind. It doesn't matter anyways, soon they'll grow old and forget ya ever existed -- soon they'll grow old and die. A soft sniffle came from the little commander, struggling to keep his freckled cheeks dry and scrunching his face into a grimace. Aw, already cryin'? Thought you'd be used to it by now -- you're pathetic. No, he wasn't, was he? Beck lifted his head from his folded paws, moving to rest it back onto the wall so he could glance up at their stars.
Next thing he knew, he was tumbling backwards through the wall, staring up at a dim ceiling instead of the constellations with his back thudding on the floor. Numb with shock for a lifeless heartbeat, it took the mangy feline a second to register what had happened, hastily reverting back to a tangible state when he noticed it was Amunet's home he had phased into. A freezing paw shot up to rub away the gleaming tears caught in his eyes yet a cold flush still remained in his cheeks, chilling the temperature around him to frightful degree. Scrambling to lift himself off the floor, Beck offered a sheepish grin, stained with sadness he would never admit to, coupled with a feeble rasp, "Oh, hi there, Am, I didn't -- didn't see ya there." She wouldn't mind his accidental drop-in, hopefully. Unless she wasn't in the mood for dealing with intruding pests like him, as most proved to be.
[align=center]»――➤Awkwardly trying to hug his knees closer to his chest as if he had forgotten the basic anatomy of a cat and glaring out at the moonlit ghost town through filmy eyes, bitter thoughts were free to eat away at his mind. It doesn't matter anyways, soon they'll grow old and forget ya ever existed -- soon they'll grow old and die. A soft sniffle came from the little commander, struggling to keep his freckled cheeks dry and scrunching his face into a grimace. Aw, already cryin'? Thought you'd be used to it by now -- you're pathetic. No, he wasn't, was he? Beck lifted his head from his folded paws, moving to rest it back onto the wall so he could glance up at their stars.
Next thing he knew, he was tumbling backwards through the wall, staring up at a dim ceiling instead of the constellations with his back thudding on the floor. Numb with shock for a lifeless heartbeat, it took the mangy feline a second to register what had happened, hastily reverting back to a tangible state when he noticed it was Amunet's home he had phased into. A freezing paw shot up to rub away the gleaming tears caught in his eyes yet a cold flush still remained in his cheeks, chilling the temperature around him to frightful degree. Scrambling to lift himself off the floor, Beck offered a sheepish grin, stained with sadness he would never admit to, coupled with a feeble rasp, "Oh, hi there, Am, I didn't -- didn't see ya there." She wouldn't mind his accidental drop-in, hopefully. Unless she wasn't in the mood for dealing with intruding pests like him, as most proved to be.