05-02-2018, 12:13 AM
He couldn't understand a word Jacob was saying, his features twisting into confusion as his ears strained to decipher the slurred speech coming from the husky. Blinking owlishly, Beck glanced back at Jersey, before swiveling his attention back to the husky. He was able to catch a few snippets through the garbled accent, taking a moment to process the salvaged information. "Wait -- what happened to the -- the unicorn boy? Uh, what's his face... Leigh?" the poltergeist interrupted with a broken wheeze, head angled to the right as he narrowed his gaze. Great, Leigh was the only leader he could tolerate, and now he was being replaced by a random mutt.
The news left him in a sour mood, his scowl darkening as he glared back at Jacob and his stuttering. What he could understand did interest him slightly, however, his paws shuffling as he straightened from his slouch. A healer's meeting? "Why should I help out my enemies by lettin' 'em use my medics? Oh, that's a great idea, let's teach the Typhoon all about how to heal their fighters instead of lettin' em suffer like the rats they are! I don't need Typhoon knowin' how to heal when y'all are already groupin' up and plottin' against us!" Beck hissed, bloodless lips curling back in his sudden anger and scratchy voice rising into a shriller pitch. Who cared if some pathetic aspiring healer out there wanted to learn? They were an enemy, a threat, he wasn't going to help them with their stupid dream. "But I can't say no -- I gotta ask Bells and Nayru first," came the rattling sigh, his bony shoulders slouching as he clicked his teeth in frustration. Why did politics have to be so complicated? He just wanted his clan to be left alone, was that too much to ask?
[align=center]»――➤The news left him in a sour mood, his scowl darkening as he glared back at Jacob and his stuttering. What he could understand did interest him slightly, however, his paws shuffling as he straightened from his slouch. A healer's meeting? "Why should I help out my enemies by lettin' 'em use my medics? Oh, that's a great idea, let's teach the Typhoon all about how to heal their fighters instead of lettin' em suffer like the rats they are! I don't need Typhoon knowin' how to heal when y'all are already groupin' up and plottin' against us!" Beck hissed, bloodless lips curling back in his sudden anger and scratchy voice rising into a shriller pitch. Who cared if some pathetic aspiring healer out there wanted to learn? They were an enemy, a threat, he wasn't going to help them with their stupid dream. "But I can't say no -- I gotta ask Bells and Nayru first," came the rattling sigh, his bony shoulders slouching as he clicked his teeth in frustration. Why did politics have to be so complicated? He just wanted his clan to be left alone, was that too much to ask?