03-18-2019, 12:24 AM
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To say freedom was a lie wouldn't have been fully accurate. Freedom looked great from one side of the fence, that was certain. Why would people toss themselves onto battlefields with screams of rebellion otherwise? He found it amusing to watch the revolutions, both failed and successful, on the sidelines, watching bodies drop for whatever cause they devoted themselves to. Yet the grass was always greener on the other side. Freedom was nothing more than false hope. Freedom meant vulnerability. It meant bruises and fractures from attacks conducted by one's own "free" brethren. It meant anarchy and solitude and regret -- Beck would've much preferred to remain a canary in a birdcage, safe under the watch of its masters than to have been a wayward sparrow preyed upon by hawks and cats.
Rambling was useless now, however. A jarring shake of his head cleared the fog from his thoughts. He stalked through the swamp with a reason, although he could hardly remember why. Was he hunting for Audrey? Did he already feed the flytrap today? The little ghost paused mid-step in attempt to recover the current task at hand. His split brow knitted together slightly, and eventually, he flopped back on his rear in the mud, chewing on his remaining cheek. Distant clicks and growls snatched his attention away like an alligator snapping up a snack. Beck found his new purpose for his unintentional stroll.
A peek through parted cattails was enough to assure his interest in the outlandish noise. A real dinosaur! The colossal figure of their own personal reaper seemed to be conversing with the ancient creature. His freckled face scrunched at this. That wasn't fair! Why did he get to talk with raptors? Azrayel already got to be tall and scary and a dragon! A lower lip ragged from idle biting stuck out with a pout. The metal cuffed around the utahraptor's neck stirred some concern in the undead feline. His own wrists were numb to the feeling of the shackles tightly secured around them, but it only took a brief glance down at muddy paws to remind him. A flare of sympathy struggled within his chest, and Beck stepped from the shadows. He was much, much smaller than those present. But he wasn't confined to this pathetic form. His notched ear twitched before his head swiveled towards Azrayel. A wheezed request forced out of his lungs: "Can ya tell 'em we can take that thingy off or somethin'?" He pointed at Ament's neck, glaring expectantly at the eldritch creature.
Rambling was useless now, however. A jarring shake of his head cleared the fog from his thoughts. He stalked through the swamp with a reason, although he could hardly remember why. Was he hunting for Audrey? Did he already feed the flytrap today? The little ghost paused mid-step in attempt to recover the current task at hand. His split brow knitted together slightly, and eventually, he flopped back on his rear in the mud, chewing on his remaining cheek. Distant clicks and growls snatched his attention away like an alligator snapping up a snack. Beck found his new purpose for his unintentional stroll.
A peek through parted cattails was enough to assure his interest in the outlandish noise. A real dinosaur! The colossal figure of their own personal reaper seemed to be conversing with the ancient creature. His freckled face scrunched at this. That wasn't fair! Why did he get to talk with raptors? Azrayel already got to be tall and scary and a dragon! A lower lip ragged from idle biting stuck out with a pout. The metal cuffed around the utahraptor's neck stirred some concern in the undead feline. His own wrists were numb to the feeling of the shackles tightly secured around them, but it only took a brief glance down at muddy paws to remind him. A flare of sympathy struggled within his chest, and Beck stepped from the shadows. He was much, much smaller than those present. But he wasn't confined to this pathetic form. His notched ear twitched before his head swiveled towards Azrayel. A wheezed request forced out of his lungs: "Can ya tell 'em we can take that thingy off or somethin'?" He pointed at Ament's neck, glaring expectantly at the eldritch creature.