04-19-2018, 01:10 PM
She was mouthy, huh? Beck rolled his amber eyes in overdramatic fashion, letting out a puff of waterlogged air up at the sky. "Wanna bet?" he challenged with a spat, breaking into a forced grin that came across as more of a snarl than anything else. What made her so much better than him? Beck endured a similar fate, one he was passing onto her, but apparently she wouldn't be affected by it while he was left with paranoia and the broken persception of a cynic. Spite burned in his chest, and he eventually shifted the rope from his clawed grasp to gritted jaws, yanking her high off the ground with a jerk. It almost appeared like she would hit the branch she would tied to, thanks to Beck pulling the rope taut. Bristling pelt sparking in his poorly masked anger like an electrified burr, he was more than content to watch her dangle upside-down until the sun set. Firsthand experience told him the blood would rush to her skull and accumulate, where her brain would hemorrhage if strung up long enough. Sometimes he could hear his own replicated blood sloshing around his cranium if the world was quiet enough and he could imagine it.
But of course, it wasn't enough for his vindictive soul. It never was. Hooked in one place by the rope he had clenched between his teeth, the poltergeist outstretched a paw to retrieve the dagger by his side. Using its blade to pin the rope down like a makeshift stake, he was free to stare up at her with a distant grimace, unknown thoughts flooding his mind at what to do with her.
[align=center]»――➤But of course, it wasn't enough for his vindictive soul. It never was. Hooked in one place by the rope he had clenched between his teeth, the poltergeist outstretched a paw to retrieve the dagger by his side. Using its blade to pin the rope down like a makeshift stake, he was free to stare up at her with a distant grimace, unknown thoughts flooding his mind at what to do with her.