03-26-2018, 07:58 PM
Unlike the prim and proper creature he assumed Killua was, Beck didn't mind the muck and mire of his territory. He had grown up in grime and slums, obvious thanks to the cowlicks stiffened with mud bristling along his scrawny figure and how he looked like he hadn't properly taken care of himself since the dark ages; the sunken landscape was practically an upgrade to him. Although he didn't take kindly to being called pigs rolling in mud by another leader, it was curious to see how many animals would avoid trespassing purely because they didn't want to dirtied their well-groomed pelts. Despite his distaste for the flooded sections of earth and his own warning of avoiding the polluted swamp, the poltergeist frequented the border, almost desperately stalking through the undergrowth for anything to cure his boredom. For once, it wasn't a lifeless day, with a flash of albino fur catching his interest enough for him to slip into nonexistence and pursue.
Having been undetectably tailing Killua for quite a while with , Beck followed him into the treetops, perching just above the assassin on a higher branch. His being statically crackled in distaste as chocolate was pulled from thin air and brandished around as if it was a lure to attract an audience. Either Killua was a fool of an assassin or he craved attention. Well, whatever the case, Beck wouldn't give it to him; he remained cloaked by shadows and the veil of nonexistence, examining every movement made by the serval with scrutiny, and itching to drive the trespasser off already. Before he could ambush, two creatures broke his concentration -- why did clanmates have to ruin everything fun? Materializing yet refusing to reveal himself from the canopy's withered leaves, the poltergeist only childishly pouted down at Belladonna and the so-called traveller nonchalantly chatting with the stranger with no concerns whatsoever. Didn't he just say to act more hostile to possible invaders? Although that only applied to the Typhoon for now, and Killua intentionally lacked a defining scent. A wordless huff announced his stalking presence, and creeping forward to peer downwards at Killua from his higher branch, Beck finally hissed, "They won't be havin' any of that, thank ya very much." Chocolate was practical poison to their poor little critter systems, but that was besides the fact. "Didn't ya hear that anybody who trespasses can be killed now? Ya got no right t' be here or t' ask so many dumbass questions." Distrust and paranoia were obvious in the boy's stiff and twitchy movements, craning his neck downwards to glare at Killua through an upside-down view. A tremor of unease writhed in his undead guts, yet he forced himself to ignore the painfully familiar angle in order to give a rasping sniff. Nope, nothing. He was hiding his identity but why? "I get t' ask the questions ' round here: just who do ya think ya are?" Beck venomously spat, stubby tail lashing as best it could.
[align=center]»――▸Having been undetectably tailing Killua for quite a while with , Beck followed him into the treetops, perching just above the assassin on a higher branch. His being statically crackled in distaste as chocolate was pulled from thin air and brandished around as if it was a lure to attract an audience. Either Killua was a fool of an assassin or he craved attention. Well, whatever the case, Beck wouldn't give it to him; he remained cloaked by shadows and the veil of nonexistence, examining every movement made by the serval with scrutiny, and itching to drive the trespasser off already. Before he could ambush, two creatures broke his concentration -- why did clanmates have to ruin everything fun? Materializing yet refusing to reveal himself from the canopy's withered leaves, the poltergeist only childishly pouted down at Belladonna and the so-called traveller nonchalantly chatting with the stranger with no concerns whatsoever. Didn't he just say to act more hostile to possible invaders? Although that only applied to the Typhoon for now, and Killua intentionally lacked a defining scent. A wordless huff announced his stalking presence, and creeping forward to peer downwards at Killua from his higher branch, Beck finally hissed, "They won't be havin' any of that, thank ya very much." Chocolate was practical poison to their poor little critter systems, but that was besides the fact. "Didn't ya hear that anybody who trespasses can be killed now? Ya got no right t' be here or t' ask so many dumbass questions." Distrust and paranoia were obvious in the boy's stiff and twitchy movements, craning his neck downwards to glare at Killua through an upside-down view. A tremor of unease writhed in his undead guts, yet he forced himself to ignore the painfully familiar angle in order to give a rasping sniff. Nope, nothing. He was hiding his identity but why? "I get t' ask the questions ' round here: just who do ya think ya are?" Beck venomously spat, stubby tail lashing as best it could.