03-29-2018, 01:59 PM
While his brimming rage couldn't compete with the wrath of Amunet, it was clear that the reeking scent of Typhoon in their camp was enough to make Beck absolutely livid. Already there was anticipation in his limping gait as he skulked towards the scene, ears flat and bloodless lips drawn into a gritted snarl. He was always the type to wear his lifeless heart on his sleeves, despite the cold mask of a dissociated manipulator he frantically tried to upkeep. Hackles bristled with static before he could repair his feigned and calculating calm, he stopped at Amunet's flank. Even his blurred vision could identify the striking red fabric in her grasp, and wordlessly he stretched his burnt snout forward to sniff at the bandana. That bitch. So it turns out Guru wasn't trespassing on friendlybterms after all. Or did he cause this? Was he to blame for not protecting the few creatures who believed his desperate lies? Doubts were shoved aside by the immediate stab of anger through his being, and his apparition distorted as a result of overwhelming wrath for a minute until he could focus himself. Sharkish teeth locked in a wicked grin as he glowered at the direction where the border lay, and the poltergeist hissed through his sneer, "We'll get 'em back, don't worry 'bout it. I've been wanting to pay Pinch-bitch a visit anyways." With that he venomously spat on the mossy ground and stalked off to prepare, stubby tail flicking with imagined adrenaline.
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