08-04-2018, 07:44 PM
So much for rigging up a new trap nearby -- based on what he had overheard, their beloved medic's mouth had gotten them all in trouble yet again. His frigid nose jabbed up into the air, the unfamiliar scent of yet another infant group splitting a snarl across his disfigured snout. There was little hesitation as the poltergeist pushed himself to his feet, ready to stalk into the marsh and chase off the trespassers, abandoning his partially-readied tripwire for the weekly dose of theatrics. As Beck drew closer to the clash of familiar and foreign scents, the mangy feline lowered himself to the ground, halting in a thicket of cattails before he could jump out of nowhere in dramatic fashion. It was easier to observe first, intervene later. The boy attempted to count all the trespassers, squinting uselessly to discern their blurring forms. One, two, three... eight? That was way too many, more than what was needed for a simple visit to announce their little upcoming group. But enough for his suspicion to be on high alert, a paranoid twitch causing his apparition to ripple and disappear as he turned his attention to his rogues.
He wasn't all too impressed by the scene. Who brought their children to potentially dangerous territory? While Tanglewood did pose a threat themselves, the native wildlife was known for snapping up a few felines here and there for a free meal. Not to mention the instigators were upset over a couple of insults from an arrogant whelp. If he weren't shrouded from the living's eyes, he would have given his trademark death rattle of a sigh for his members' incompetence. So much for 'defend their borders, attack trespassers on sight,' huh, Becky? We gotta do everythin' ourselves. The entity couldn't help but agree.
The commander had heard enough. But it would be a waste of time retaliating against the ones who wandered into their territory and thought they had the authority to scold them. A pulseless beat later, Beck flickered into full view in front of his peers with bloodless lips peeling back to offer a defensive hiss. "Get out. Now." He tried to keep his words steady, but his wheezing was never the best candidate for calm and assertive. Instead, the poltergeist keep his expression numbed and calculating despite the hackles down his back bristling with static. He didn't exactly care that a small family who claimed to be a clan wanted to be "immediate enemies" with them; he just wanted them all to leave, even if it meant chasing them off.
[align=center]»――➤He wasn't all too impressed by the scene. Who brought their children to potentially dangerous territory? While Tanglewood did pose a threat themselves, the native wildlife was known for snapping up a few felines here and there for a free meal. Not to mention the instigators were upset over a couple of insults from an arrogant whelp. If he weren't shrouded from the living's eyes, he would have given his trademark death rattle of a sigh for his members' incompetence. So much for 'defend their borders, attack trespassers on sight,' huh, Becky? We gotta do everythin' ourselves. The entity couldn't help but agree.
The commander had heard enough. But it would be a waste of time retaliating against the ones who wandered into their territory and thought they had the authority to scold them. A pulseless beat later, Beck flickered into full view in front of his peers with bloodless lips peeling back to offer a defensive hiss. "Get out. Now." He tried to keep his words steady, but his wheezing was never the best candidate for calm and assertive. Instead, the poltergeist keep his expression numbed and calculating despite the hackles down his back bristling with static. He didn't exactly care that a small family who claimed to be a clan wanted to be "immediate enemies" with them; he just wanted them all to leave, even if it meant chasing them off.