04-05-2018, 11:26 PM
He was downright sick of strangers sidling over his border, and loitering for no reason other than to nose around in others' businesses. Territories weren't a difficult complex to understand; you stay put in your land, and we'll stay put in ours. Yet somehow a concept having existed since the dawn of civilization failed to translate through this girl's thick skull. Beck assumed no sane creature would want to intrude into a creepy, diseased swamp, but perhaps evolution failed to pass natural intuition and common sense onto their peaceful neighbors. Nevertheless, he had known she was trespassing long before she had herself, stalking after her wayward trail both intangible and invisible. Not his favorite state of being -- he loathed his nonexistence, in fact. But it sure came in handy when hunting down oblivious animals.
Somewhat impressed by how close she ended up to camp, the poltergeist decided he was bored with her nonsense the instant she opened her mouth. He couldn't have a foreigner waltzing right into their humble little town. It was time he put an end to her exploration. When she halted in her tracks, Beck seized the opening, managing to tear a rock from its vine netting despite his lack of visible apparition, and the seemingly floating rock clasped by unseen claws was heaved up to the treetops, unnoticeable despite the oddity. Besides, she was probably too distracted with her shrieking to notice what was happening behind her. The commander finally materialized after a long afternoon of ghosting, literally, nimbly perched on the branch just above the lost feline with the rock lifted in front of him. There was no flinch of hesitance as he dropped the rock right to where he assumed her head was, the stone plummeting to the earth with or without a proper hit on his target. Preferably with enough force to either knock her unconscious or teach her a lesson about home invasion, if his basic physics knowledge was correct.
[align=center]»――➤Somewhat impressed by how close she ended up to camp, the poltergeist decided he was bored with her nonsense the instant she opened her mouth. He couldn't have a foreigner waltzing right into their humble little town. It was time he put an end to her exploration. When she halted in her tracks, Beck seized the opening, managing to tear a rock from its vine netting despite his lack of visible apparition, and the seemingly floating rock clasped by unseen claws was heaved up to the treetops, unnoticeable despite the oddity. Besides, she was probably too distracted with her shrieking to notice what was happening behind her. The commander finally materialized after a long afternoon of ghosting, literally, nimbly perched on the branch just above the lost feline with the rock lifted in front of him. There was no flinch of hesitance as he dropped the rock right to where he assumed her head was, the stone plummeting to the earth with or without a proper hit on his target. Preferably with enough force to either knock her unconscious or teach her a lesson about home invasion, if his basic physics knowledge was correct.