07-14-2019, 02:08 AM
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The stench of rot and a sinking feeling in his gut accompanied him back to the swamp. Pig's blood soaked the front of his apparition, staining his front legs up to his elbows with the evidence of his night's activities -- and yet, said night remained a blur to him. He could faintly remember the other's word of a gathering, but what for? How did he end up trudging through a jungle? What had he done? What you had to do. A painful buzz ached in his mind, dulling his senses as he blankly stared at someone else's paws dragging him to someone else's home. His home. No, he didn't have a home, he never had a home in five hundred years. With momentary clarity, Beck twisted his head to peer over his shoulder, eyes failing to recognize the looming shape of Tanglewood's library behind him. The sky, however, was flooded with the familiar light of breaking morning. The poltergeist turned, not pausing to acknowledge the slight bump of something against a blood-crusted shoulder with the jerky movement. His jaws were locked around the burnt and torn scruff of his newest trophy, in all its decomposed glory. The severed head was scarcely recognizable upon first glance. Closer inspection would reveal its identity as the prior body once belonging to their ally's captain herself. Naturally, Beck took his old friend's head to reside with him until time transformed it to mere dust. Now, she had to stay.
But first, he needed to return to safety. The simple urge comprised the only thought remaining in his trance-like state, driving his legs to stiffly walk forward on an instinctive path. A path traversing right through the town square. Yet the little feline slipped into catatonia, thoughts erased by the entity hissing in his ear to do this, do that. He numbly limped forward, blind to the stirring world around him even as his lifeless eyes fixated on nothing ahead. Goldenluxury's head swung from his teeth plainly for all to see; Beck may have been present on the outskirts of the town square, but in truth, he was gone.
The stench of rot and a sinking feeling in his gut accompanied him back to the swamp. Pig's blood soaked the front of his apparition, staining his front legs up to his elbows with the evidence of his night's activities -- and yet, said night remained a blur to him. He could faintly remember the other's word of a gathering, but what for? How did he end up trudging through a jungle? What had he done? What you had to do. A painful buzz ached in his mind, dulling his senses as he blankly stared at someone else's paws dragging him to someone else's home. His home. No, he didn't have a home, he never had a home in five hundred years. With momentary clarity, Beck twisted his head to peer over his shoulder, eyes failing to recognize the looming shape of Tanglewood's library behind him. The sky, however, was flooded with the familiar light of breaking morning. The poltergeist turned, not pausing to acknowledge the slight bump of something against a blood-crusted shoulder with the jerky movement. His jaws were locked around the burnt and torn scruff of his newest trophy, in all its decomposed glory. The severed head was scarcely recognizable upon first glance. Closer inspection would reveal its identity as the prior body once belonging to their ally's captain herself. Naturally, Beck took his old friend's head to reside with him until time transformed it to mere dust. Now, she had to stay.
But first, he needed to return to safety. The simple urge comprised the only thought remaining in his trance-like state, driving his legs to stiffly walk forward on an instinctive path. A path traversing right through the town square. Yet the little feline slipped into catatonia, thoughts erased by the entity hissing in his ear to do this, do that. He numbly limped forward, blind to the stirring world around him even as his lifeless eyes fixated on nothing ahead. Goldenluxury's head swung from his teeth plainly for all to see; Beck may have been present on the outskirts of the town square, but in truth, he was gone.