The first leaders meeting.

[beck.]

    Sometimes he forgot that everyone surrounding him was just a wild animal pretending to be civil. Yet he was every ounce as feral as they were, raised by the world's cruelties and sins. The mindless flash in Pincher's beady eyes caused Beck to recoil, maw parting slightly and hissing through gritted fangs. Bristling with restrained static, the boy held his tongue up until the captain took notice of shockingly youthful features and went straight for the jugular. Kid was one of the last insults spat in his face before a torturous end. Not only were any remnants of a childhood slaughtered, but now he was being demeaned for his permanent age, and it was the quickest way to send Beck into a tantrum. Lurching from his previous indifferent lean against the wall, the poltergeist appeared absolutely livid, the same glistening wrath overtaking amber eyes to match Pincher's. A rational force in his freezing being prevented an impulsive attack, warning him of the consequences if he were to break the so-called truce. Frustration welled inside his heaving chest, and he sharply snapped back the first insult that came to mind. "Go -- go suck a railroad spike!" The resulting images of an impaling stake through the male's skull was nearly enough to sate his bitter anger, but there as still tension in his shaky movements as he remained poised to strike, spine arched and serrated with flared hackles.

    The arrival of two peacebringing leaders forced Beck to stand down, but not without sticking out a strikingly blue tongue at Pincher in a childish gesture, and he resumed to scowl in his corner. Beyond the second glances at both what looked like an absolute alien and a mythical horse, he held his silence for a while, disfigured snout scrunching up in disgust. They were just going to spill all their clan's information right then and there? It was a trap, designed to gain their trust with food and fancy talk, then backstab each other with raids and spies. He snapped from his delusions as he noticed three pairs of eyes on him, awaiting his own turn. Rolling his lantern-like eyes with a defeated huff, the poltergeist shallowly inhaled and attempted to rattle off a report of his own growing group, freckled expression darkening with every threat that proved how dangerous he and his clan could be. "Name's Beck, and since y'all lack any common sense from what I've seen, I'm the commander for Tanglewood. We're warbound or whatever, and get new members each day, so don'tcha think about attackin' or nothin'. And I'll make sure they all know how to fight and kill and maybe even capture, who knows? It depends on which one of y'all pisses me off first. I ain't sayin' nothin' else 'cause I know y'all are plannin' somethin'. I just dunno what." With that, he collected the chemical residue still lingering in his mouth, and spat on the lighthouse's floor, the toxins sure to leave a burnt stain for a while.

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