03-31-2018, 08:17 PM
It was an ordinary day. Every day was an ordinary day when he had already seen over a thousand days in his miserable existence. Was he being too pessimistic? Maybe it was the weather; looming storm clouds and what not blanketing the atmosphere. Stale air carrying warnings of rain didn't distract from his basking in the little sunshine he could find, frigid apparition numb to the rays of warmth. Sprawled on his back and glowering up at the colorless sky through sprouting leaves, the boy would have preferred to remain lost in his sunbathing thoughts, limp paws tucked against his matted chest.
Shuffling paw pads across overgrown pathways disturbed his trance enough for him to tilt his head to the side, blurred vision blinking at the samoyed while not entirely registering it's presence. He was on the outskirts of their rotting town, and figured the only footsteps around would be members wandering in and out of camp, and hidden wildlife among the trees. After a moment of nearsighted confusion, Beck twisted his upper half around, head reared at an awkward angle as he struggled to flip himself over. Shaking thistles from his darkfurred pelt, the mangy feline was effectively speechless, unable to string words together and instead glancing off to the side. He scrambled to his feet from a knot of scrawny limbs, wheezing out a jumble mess of syllables translating loosely into "Wait, what, huh -- who are ya -- whattaya doin' here?" Interrupting himself to hack out choppy breaths from waterlogged lungs, the poltergeist attempted to look like the dignified leader he made himself out to be, wobbling on muddied tiptoes to straighten his slouch. Lantern-like eyes scanned over the canine in the typical paranoid manner, lingering far too long on what he perceived as frozen accessories before inclining his head to the right with a furrowed brow.
[align=center]»――▸Shuffling paw pads across overgrown pathways disturbed his trance enough for him to tilt his head to the side, blurred vision blinking at the samoyed while not entirely registering it's presence. He was on the outskirts of their rotting town, and figured the only footsteps around would be members wandering in and out of camp, and hidden wildlife among the trees. After a moment of nearsighted confusion, Beck twisted his upper half around, head reared at an awkward angle as he struggled to flip himself over. Shaking thistles from his darkfurred pelt, the mangy feline was effectively speechless, unable to string words together and instead glancing off to the side. He scrambled to his feet from a knot of scrawny limbs, wheezing out a jumble mess of syllables translating loosely into "Wait, what, huh -- who are ya -- whattaya doin' here?" Interrupting himself to hack out choppy breaths from waterlogged lungs, the poltergeist attempted to look like the dignified leader he made himself out to be, wobbling on muddied tiptoes to straighten his slouch. Lantern-like eyes scanned over the canine in the typical paranoid manner, lingering far too long on what he perceived as frozen accessories before inclining his head to the right with a furrowed brow.