11-16-2018, 03:20 PM
It was mere poltergeist nature to aimlessly roam. Never lingering long enough to tie himself into meaningful bonds, always remaining long enough to damage at least someone or something. Unlike his estranged kin, he was never fond of the tropics. Too stickily humid, too sandy, too... exotic, he supposed. Discomfort resulted in the boy fleeing from yet another group he would soon forget the existence of along with its unwelcoming residents. But Tanglewood? Tanglewood drew him back like the moon pulled the tides closer into a temporary embrace, clearing the isolated haze in his mind as though a natural remedy. Mud, filth, cicadas, rivers, shadows, lilypads, alligators; he wasn't shy to admit he adored it all for its familiarity. A properly hated swamp for a hated creature.
Yet the poltergeist was unaware of equally beckoning the holy entity, slipping from his grasp as soon as it seemed the angel's fingers would close around him like a minnow disappearing into a silvery stream. Not that he cared about evading his brother's efforts in the first place; nobody really mattered enough for him to care at all, as his personal mantra told him. Mortals were all finite anyways, but they were entertaining to observe. Slumped against the stairs of a decrepit porch fashioned from a cypress chopped and carved decades ago, Beck bemused himself by arranging the most recent leftover bones and teeth from Audrey's meal into a string, mindlessly crafting a barbaric necklace he would bestow to the first creature that walked by when he was finished. The thud of a familiar scent's landing disturbed his work, earning a frustrated snarl as bandaged paws clumsily strung the prey bone fragments back onto his wire once again. When Vigenere strolled past, he looked up to glare in his direction out of pure spite, only for nearsighted eyes to lock onto the lynx he was approaching instead. The scrawny feline scrambled, tentatively resting his bone chain on the porch step before limping after the captain, curiosity snatching his attention away. The recognizable burning of the halo's glow kept him from staring directly at Marco for too long, yet he peered out from behind the taller serval, nose flaring as he sniffed at the air. Through Vigenere's sulfuric musk, he remembered the haybale-and-wine of Marco from a foggy memory, and he shyly wheezed with suspicion lacing his stuttered words, "Di-id ya follow me?"
[align=center]»――➤Yet the poltergeist was unaware of equally beckoning the holy entity, slipping from his grasp as soon as it seemed the angel's fingers would close around him like a minnow disappearing into a silvery stream. Not that he cared about evading his brother's efforts in the first place; nobody really mattered enough for him to care at all, as his personal mantra told him. Mortals were all finite anyways, but they were entertaining to observe. Slumped against the stairs of a decrepit porch fashioned from a cypress chopped and carved decades ago, Beck bemused himself by arranging the most recent leftover bones and teeth from Audrey's meal into a string, mindlessly crafting a barbaric necklace he would bestow to the first creature that walked by when he was finished. The thud of a familiar scent's landing disturbed his work, earning a frustrated snarl as bandaged paws clumsily strung the prey bone fragments back onto his wire once again. When Vigenere strolled past, he looked up to glare in his direction out of pure spite, only for nearsighted eyes to lock onto the lynx he was approaching instead. The scrawny feline scrambled, tentatively resting his bone chain on the porch step before limping after the captain, curiosity snatching his attention away. The recognizable burning of the halo's glow kept him from staring directly at Marco for too long, yet he peered out from behind the taller serval, nose flaring as he sniffed at the air. Through Vigenere's sulfuric musk, he remembered the haybale-and-wine of Marco from a foggy memory, and he shyly wheezed with suspicion lacing his stuttered words, "Di-id ya follow me?"