04-24-2018, 02:25 PM
He had been watching from afar, as always, tinkering with the mechanisms of a malfunctioning leghold trap in his goal to repair it, prying its steel teeth apart and winding the trigger back. A difficult task when one noticed the jagged hole stabbed straight through his paw pad and wrist, crippling his paw until his being reset once more. Amunet's call interrupted the boy from his frustrating work, yet she was still a welcomed distraction from the little progress he was making. Except he shyly hung back, lantern-like gaze unfocused as Beck curiously observed from a distance. Distance was safe, distance kept you from being hurt. Unfortunately, his caution was overwhelmed by greed as he glimpsed the gifts being handed out.
"Aw shit, did I miss out on gettin' free stuff?" The shrill whine announcing an otherwise silently approaching Beck wasn't much of a surprise. For someone unable to use their front paw without the entire limb failing, he was pressed against Amunet's scaled flank in an instant, freezing apparition painfully obvious. He wasn't leaning on her ribs for affection, a laughable concept; he was begging, mimicking a child with watery, puppy-eyes. Needless to say, his disfiguring scars, clammy pelt, and dead eyes weren't helping him with his persuasion tactics anytime soon. Back when he was alive, it was much easier to snag a bit of food by making himself look pathetic -- until he ruined it by staining his youthful features with spilled blood. The scrawny feline wasn't swayed from his goal, batting his dark eyes up at the dragoness with a crooked grin, "Ya got anythin' left over for me, Amu?"
[align=center]»――➤"Aw shit, did I miss out on gettin' free stuff?" The shrill whine announcing an otherwise silently approaching Beck wasn't much of a surprise. For someone unable to use their front paw without the entire limb failing, he was pressed against Amunet's scaled flank in an instant, freezing apparition painfully obvious. He wasn't leaning on her ribs for affection, a laughable concept; he was begging, mimicking a child with watery, puppy-eyes. Needless to say, his disfiguring scars, clammy pelt, and dead eyes weren't helping him with his persuasion tactics anytime soon. Back when he was alive, it was much easier to snag a bit of food by making himself look pathetic -- until he ruined it by staining his youthful features with spilled blood. The scrawny feline wasn't swayed from his goal, batting his dark eyes up at the dragoness with a crooked grin, "Ya got anythin' left over for me, Amu?"