03-21-2018, 02:16 AM
If he had known shrieking at the border was going to become a regular habit of newcomers, Beck would have never even founded the group in the first place. Singed whiskers shivering in annoyance, the mangy spirit didn't hesitate to materialize on the sidelines of the scene, noiseless pawsteps pointedly avoiding any puddle in his path as he stalked forward. Apparition heavily distorting for a nonexistent heartbeat in curiosity, the boy at first only offered quiet clicks of enamel as he gritted razor-sharp teeth and snapped his jaws together in wait. Could he disturb such a somber moment? The leopardess' maternal instincts were overwhelming, to say the least. He wished he could remember the forgotten time of when he could admit to having been comforted by a mother. All his memory recalled was the painful truth that he was just another orphan from the slums. Certainly, there was someone who had existed to blame Beck's existence on, right?
Violently fluffing out his grimy pelt to chase away envious thoughts, he lowered his head to awkwardly slouch next to Vladimir, visibly biting his scarred tongue in wait. Hestia was the girl's name. And she smelled like anger and tears. A perfect fit for the increasing clan of runaways and misfits. Beck flicked his notched ear towards Amunet, accusatory tone worming into his wheeze as he questioned as innocently as possible, "I didn't know ya had kids." It was probable Beck have a weak spot for children, considering he was just barely an adolescent when his own life was snatched from him by adults. Adults didn't think twice about a burial for him. Ignoring his resentment, he cast a luminous glare at Amunet and circled around to gain a better view of the cub. A wry smirk warped his unscathed cheek at her ferocity, earning a fatigued giggle from damaged lungs. "Well, ya have her now, don'tcha? I'd say that's a happy endin'." Flopping back onto his haunches just outside of Hestia's peripheral vision, he recoiled from the reunion, anticipating biting words from either of the females at any moment.
[align=center]»――▸Violently fluffing out his grimy pelt to chase away envious thoughts, he lowered his head to awkwardly slouch next to Vladimir, visibly biting his scarred tongue in wait. Hestia was the girl's name. And she smelled like anger and tears. A perfect fit for the increasing clan of runaways and misfits. Beck flicked his notched ear towards Amunet, accusatory tone worming into his wheeze as he questioned as innocently as possible, "I didn't know ya had kids." It was probable Beck have a weak spot for children, considering he was just barely an adolescent when his own life was snatched from him by adults. Adults didn't think twice about a burial for him. Ignoring his resentment, he cast a luminous glare at Amunet and circled around to gain a better view of the cub. A wry smirk warped his unscathed cheek at her ferocity, earning a fatigued giggle from damaged lungs. "Well, ya have her now, don'tcha? I'd say that's a happy endin'." Flopping back onto his haunches just outside of Hestia's peripheral vision, he recoiled from the reunion, anticipating biting words from either of the females at any moment.