07-05-2019, 04:29 PM
[align=center]
For five centuries, the boy pondered the question posed by the old war hound. Did he count as immortal if he could never truly cease existence? No, immortals never brushed with death at all, while he could still remember the reaper's cold touch closing his eyelids as the last of his blood drained. Then he must be mortal then -- except he lacked the telltale pulse of life or even a rosy flush to his skin. Beck long since settled on the fact that he was nothing. Nothing more than a projection of the past, a stubborn memory of cruelty that was cursed to roam without a purpose until the universe's end. When the world did collapse, would he still be here? Would his family still be waiting for him? Did they forget about him?
A saddened sigh slipping from his own lungs served as his only answer. Why did he always have to depress himself whenever he went on walks with Audrey? The aforementioned flytrap's bucket handle dangled from his neck, the weight of the carnivorous plant worsening his slouch as he limped through the swamp. Too lost in his hazy thoughts, Beck neglected to notice whenever he waded through its murky waters or briar thickets. Audrey III certainly seemed to mind, its vines coiling around the disheveled feline's neck as it opened and closed its toothy trap in disgust. Despite Audrey's attempts at strangulation, his glazed eyes only lifted from the ground when he heard a voice. Not the voice he was so accustomed to, but rather a kinder, nervous voice from the outside. He stopped in his meandering tracks, inclining his head to stare in the direction of the call.
He took his time approaching, stepping over stones and fallen branches in silence, despite the occasional rattle from Audrey's makeshift pot. Preferring to observe first, the little ghost crouched in the undergrowth, lifeless gaze locking onto the stranger. What a peculiar creature the other feline appeared to be; a fraud, just like him. After Mikolaj uttered the brief formality, a nasty grin parted his lips. Audrey didn't have time to brace itself in its bucket as Beck lurched from the brush, slamming both his paws into the mud with a shrill giggle, aiming to produce a mud splash monstrous enough to coat Aziraphale's entire side with Tanglewood's infamous sludge. A proper welcome to the infernal marshlands in his honest opinion.
A saddened sigh slipping from his own lungs served as his only answer. Why did he always have to depress himself whenever he went on walks with Audrey? The aforementioned flytrap's bucket handle dangled from his neck, the weight of the carnivorous plant worsening his slouch as he limped through the swamp. Too lost in his hazy thoughts, Beck neglected to notice whenever he waded through its murky waters or briar thickets. Audrey III certainly seemed to mind, its vines coiling around the disheveled feline's neck as it opened and closed its toothy trap in disgust. Despite Audrey's attempts at strangulation, his glazed eyes only lifted from the ground when he heard a voice. Not the voice he was so accustomed to, but rather a kinder, nervous voice from the outside. He stopped in his meandering tracks, inclining his head to stare in the direction of the call.
He took his time approaching, stepping over stones and fallen branches in silence, despite the occasional rattle from Audrey's makeshift pot. Preferring to observe first, the little ghost crouched in the undergrowth, lifeless gaze locking onto the stranger. What a peculiar creature the other feline appeared to be; a fraud, just like him. After Mikolaj uttered the brief formality, a nasty grin parted his lips. Audrey didn't have time to brace itself in its bucket as Beck lurched from the brush, slamming both his paws into the mud with a shrill giggle, aiming to produce a mud splash monstrous enough to coat Aziraphale's entire side with Tanglewood's infamous sludge. A proper welcome to the infernal marshlands in his honest opinion.