07-15-2019, 05:08 AM
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Whatever task Crow was focused on moments before would be lost forever as his priorities changed to the messy figure plodding the town, his eyes squinting to discern Beck and a mysterious cargo swaying from his jaw with each unsteady step. Despite the considerable distance between them, the stench hit his flared nostrils like an oncoming train, and he felt his throat tighten as he stifled a heave. What was that, and what was he doing with it—those were two thoughts that first crossed his mind as he slunk forward with caution to investigate. Was Beck hostile?
No, he was not. That was proven as Crow got closer and no reaction was received from the smaller feline despite his attempts at getting his attention by making his presence known by careless movement and by calling the cat's name in different tones of voice. With frustration, he placed himself in Beck's path, recoiling slightly as the object the poltergeist carried, now identified as a head, bumped into his flank. "B-Beck," he now whispered, deciding that calling out to the kid was not making any progress. "A-answer me. What are you doing? Whose head is that?"
Whatever task Crow was focused on moments before would be lost forever as his priorities changed to the messy figure plodding the town, his eyes squinting to discern Beck and a mysterious cargo swaying from his jaw with each unsteady step. Despite the considerable distance between them, the stench hit his flared nostrils like an oncoming train, and he felt his throat tighten as he stifled a heave. What was that, and what was he doing with it—those were two thoughts that first crossed his mind as he slunk forward with caution to investigate. Was Beck hostile?
No, he was not. That was proven as Crow got closer and no reaction was received from the smaller feline despite his attempts at getting his attention by making his presence known by careless movement and by calling the cat's name in different tones of voice. With frustration, he placed himself in Beck's path, recoiling slightly as the object the poltergeist carried, now identified as a head, bumped into his flank. "B-Beck," he now whispered, deciding that calling out to the kid was not making any progress. "A-answer me. What are you doing? Whose head is that?"