07-07-2019, 11:00 PM
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He should have stayed on his branch; being this close to the rambling bag of bones was undoubtedly worse. Beck's ears flattened to his skull in growing agitation, trying to block Stryker's voice but to no avail. Lies, all that slipped from his mouth were lies. The little poltergeist shared his experience, begging for forgiveness without a soul to hear his desperate pleas and false promises. I won't do it again, I swear! Please let me go, let me live! I'll make it up to you -- His teeth gritted, although he himself couldn't tell if it was because of the bubbling anger or the pain from remembering. Swindling and lying would be useless now. And yet, the ex-ardent continued talking in circles, practically six feet deep in the grave dug by his meaningless words. "Shut up," Beck growled under his raspy breath before incoherently mumbling a couple of insults to himself, a row of hackles bristling static down his spine.
By the time Stryker mockingly stepped foot over the invisible border, Beck had tensed, expression warping into a frenzied snarl and foamy chemicals beginning to drip from his disfigured cheek as he nearly shook with rage. Yet the mangy feline forced himself to remain frozen where he stood, a cold draft emanating from his apparition while Leroy countered the unwelcomed visitor. 'Are you going to excuse me or accept the offer?' A bitter taste filled his mouth as the lion finished spewing filth from his maw. He couldn't tolerate Stryker's arrogant speech any longer -- fuck it.
Beck sprung from his previously-restrained stance, aiming to lock jaws lined with razor-sharp teeth on the first part of Stryker he could reach from his position behind the pair. Which meant he would bite down on the lion's thin haunches. Not that he cared where he inflicted damage; as long as teeth broke skin and blood met his tongue, he would be content. Well... almost. If he managed to secure his teeth into Stryker's flesh, Beck would begin thrashing his head to and fro, attempting to tear as much tissue from tendon as he could while wildly clawing at the lion's hips. Perhaps Beck's unexpected attack served as a humorous sight to the others present, especially considering how he clung to the lion's hide to continue shredding into flesh and jerking his head in every which way imaginable to leave Stryker looking like his rear had been mauled by a chainsaw.
By the time Stryker mockingly stepped foot over the invisible border, Beck had tensed, expression warping into a frenzied snarl and foamy chemicals beginning to drip from his disfigured cheek as he nearly shook with rage. Yet the mangy feline forced himself to remain frozen where he stood, a cold draft emanating from his apparition while Leroy countered the unwelcomed visitor. 'Are you going to excuse me or accept the offer?' A bitter taste filled his mouth as the lion finished spewing filth from his maw. He couldn't tolerate Stryker's arrogant speech any longer -- fuck it.
Beck sprung from his previously-restrained stance, aiming to lock jaws lined with razor-sharp teeth on the first part of Stryker he could reach from his position behind the pair. Which meant he would bite down on the lion's thin haunches. Not that he cared where he inflicted damage; as long as teeth broke skin and blood met his tongue, he would be content. Well... almost. If he managed to secure his teeth into Stryker's flesh, Beck would begin thrashing his head to and fro, attempting to tear as much tissue from tendon as he could while wildly clawing at the lion's hips. Perhaps Beck's unexpected attack served as a humorous sight to the others present, especially considering how he clung to the lion's hide to continue shredding into flesh and jerking his head in every which way imaginable to leave Stryker looking like his rear had been mauled by a chainsaw.