08-06-2019, 02:20 AM
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His name sliced through the bitter loathing veiling his vision -- a consuming hatred he bottled deep within his half-impaled chest, not just reserved exclusively for Crow, but rather for the world that wronged him, that stole from him once more. Yet the ordinary name given to him centuries ago seemed to press the pause button on an unseen remote; the enraged poltergeist halted midswing, instantly tensing upon the realization of company. His shy paralysis swiftly dissipated into his original vexation and Beck whipped around to face the intrusive lion with a snarl, old blood staining his ragged breath as though his outburst disturbed the gore settled in his lungs. "No shit, Sherlock!" he snapped. Perhaps later he would regret his words. But aggression was all he knew, a barrier from the villains of the world that he adopted in the slums so long ago.
Yet before he could return to his beatdown on the stuffed scapegoat, a hellish creature he glimpsed from his smudged windows approached. The branch left his grip, partially broken from the brute force applied to it. A pout contorted his youthful features at this, unscathed lips tugging back to bare teeth until one couldn't be certain whether his expression threatened Red or diverted tears from springing forth. Ignoring the demon's questions, Beck made a wild swipe for the branch, his short stature preventing him from even brushing it with outstretched claws. Slumping onto his haunches in defeat, the bristling feline scrunched his nose and whined, "No fair, give it back!" Upon seeing two more familiar faces join the gathering of witnesses to his violent tantrum, a miserable huff escaped the poltergeist. "Just... just leave me alone," he pleaded through clenched teeth. Nobody present deserved to know his reasoning, his emotions; they didn't actually care. They only arrived to spectate and murmur amongst themselves in poorly veiled concern. Likewise, he didn't care about their pity. He lasted this long without leaning on anyone as a crutch and he wasn't about to start.
Yet before he could return to his beatdown on the stuffed scapegoat, a hellish creature he glimpsed from his smudged windows approached. The branch left his grip, partially broken from the brute force applied to it. A pout contorted his youthful features at this, unscathed lips tugging back to bare teeth until one couldn't be certain whether his expression threatened Red or diverted tears from springing forth. Ignoring the demon's questions, Beck made a wild swipe for the branch, his short stature preventing him from even brushing it with outstretched claws. Slumping onto his haunches in defeat, the bristling feline scrunched his nose and whined, "No fair, give it back!" Upon seeing two more familiar faces join the gathering of witnesses to his violent tantrum, a miserable huff escaped the poltergeist. "Just... just leave me alone," he pleaded through clenched teeth. Nobody present deserved to know his reasoning, his emotions; they didn't actually care. They only arrived to spectate and murmur amongst themselves in poorly veiled concern. Likewise, he didn't care about their pity. He lasted this long without leaning on anyone as a crutch and he wasn't about to start.