10-18-2018, 05:19 PM
Too accustomed to taunting words being spat back and forth as blows were exchanged in a matching fashion, the onlooking boy didn't wince as the challenger accepted the other's offer with an uppercut. Beck only stumbled upon the amusing scene by chance, distracted from his hunt to feed a demanding flytrap. The gutted lemur clenched in his stained jaws was not enough for Audrey III, but it was the best he could do. Refusing to drop his catch, he found himself rolling back onto his haunches with his hind legs stretched out in front of him. The street rat in him itched to join in on the scuffle, maybe out of the desire for entertainment or defending himself. Yet he wisely didn't intervene and settled upon what he did best: observe.
His presence only announced by the occasional tic or rasping breath, his glowering stare passed over every individual equally, hungrily searching for minute details of personality interwoven into their behavior and physiques. The main spectacle looked as though he had sprung right from a medieval tapestry, eagle's head and lion's body in all its glory. What were they called again... it didn't matter. This one seemed just as vain as the expensive threading of those very tapestries; cocky, more like a rooster than an eagle. His nose wrinkled in humor at the thought. At least his feathers were pretty, catching his attention as the wind whisked the glittering tufts away with two little ones meant to chase after it. An outlandish cat and a bipedal mockery of a lizard -- a dinosaur if he remembered correctly from those animated programs he saw once. They were young, too young for his liking. They didn't seem to speak either. They would make terrible friends. Cracking his neck to the side, he lifted his glare back to the others, squinting at the vaguely familiar blurs of two natives. The monstrous dragon certainly wasn't forgotten from their first encounter, despite Beck's ignorance of his name. Not that he wanted to speak with such a beast anyways. The feline who burned his nose with his scent of smoke and flint didn't seem friendly either. And so, he tore his eyes away from the fellow spectators to lazily blink at the attacking dragoness, slumping over to lean his disfigured cheek on a paw and ignoring the dribble of chemicals leaking onto the frayed bandages encasing his arms. Maybe he would get a shot to sink his teeth into someone today, but he didn't count on it.
[align=center]»――➤His presence only announced by the occasional tic or rasping breath, his glowering stare passed over every individual equally, hungrily searching for minute details of personality interwoven into their behavior and physiques. The main spectacle looked as though he had sprung right from a medieval tapestry, eagle's head and lion's body in all its glory. What were they called again... it didn't matter. This one seemed just as vain as the expensive threading of those very tapestries; cocky, more like a rooster than an eagle. His nose wrinkled in humor at the thought. At least his feathers were pretty, catching his attention as the wind whisked the glittering tufts away with two little ones meant to chase after it. An outlandish cat and a bipedal mockery of a lizard -- a dinosaur if he remembered correctly from those animated programs he saw once. They were young, too young for his liking. They didn't seem to speak either. They would make terrible friends. Cracking his neck to the side, he lifted his glare back to the others, squinting at the vaguely familiar blurs of two natives. The monstrous dragon certainly wasn't forgotten from their first encounter, despite Beck's ignorance of his name. Not that he wanted to speak with such a beast anyways. The feline who burned his nose with his scent of smoke and flint didn't seem friendly either. And so, he tore his eyes away from the fellow spectators to lazily blink at the attacking dragoness, slumping over to lean his disfigured cheek on a paw and ignoring the dribble of chemicals leaking onto the frayed bandages encasing his arms. Maybe he would get a shot to sink his teeth into someone today, but he didn't count on it.