04-04-2018, 03:07 AM
Coming along wasn't exactly the term he would use to explain why he sulked up, twitching, next to the algae-infested bear. More stumbling towards the border after attempting to repair a broken snare in vain. The trap didn't even snag anything; a complete waste, just like how he assumed this encounter would end. Sensitive nose wrinkling in response to being so close to the decaying elder, Beck offered an aloof snort and answered the question for the other leader, "That's just the 'Starryskies' guy or somethin', Zima. He's leader of the, uh, 'Cedants. " As if either of them would remember, memory loss or not. Concluding his information blurb with a giggly wheeze, the poltergeist flopped back onto his haunches, inching further from the polar bear as subtly as possible.
Beck wasn't entirely fond of any leaders he had met during their gun little get-together, but only one-third was relatively tolerable. Surprising for a unicorn. Starrynight easily got on his nerves, but who didn't? He scratched behind his notched ear with hind claws in boredom, rudely eyeing the offered bouquet. Freckled features darkened with a scowl at the sight. The assortment of blossom were clearly from wherever the Ascendants had made their nest -- some type of meadow or grass plain by the looks of the flowers. Tanglewood hadn't been blessed with eye-catching flowers. Only milkweed, spatterdock, and orchids. Not to mention the occasional carnivorous, toxic, or thorny foliage. Maybe in return, he could present Starrynight with a bundle of stinging nettle and brambles. A wry grin briefly curving his ashen lips at the idea, he settled back into his suspicious glare, pointedly refusing accepting the bouquet. Wiping away chemical slobber from his chin with a shackled wrist, Beck straightened and rasped bluntly, "Whaddaya want? And no, before ya ask, I don't wanna be 'allies' without somethin' in it for us." The boy only assumed this would be an alliance request. Why else would the leader of a potential enemy amble to their border with a mouthful of flowers? Certainly not friendly intentions. It was probably a tactic to flatter them and win their trust to exploit resources. His lantern-like eyes narrowed as he met the seraph's vibrant gaze, awaiting an excuse for the surprise visit.
[align=center]»――▸Beck wasn't entirely fond of any leaders he had met during their gun little get-together, but only one-third was relatively tolerable. Surprising for a unicorn. Starrynight easily got on his nerves, but who didn't? He scratched behind his notched ear with hind claws in boredom, rudely eyeing the offered bouquet. Freckled features darkened with a scowl at the sight. The assortment of blossom were clearly from wherever the Ascendants had made their nest -- some type of meadow or grass plain by the looks of the flowers. Tanglewood hadn't been blessed with eye-catching flowers. Only milkweed, spatterdock, and orchids. Not to mention the occasional carnivorous, toxic, or thorny foliage. Maybe in return, he could present Starrynight with a bundle of stinging nettle and brambles. A wry grin briefly curving his ashen lips at the idea, he settled back into his suspicious glare, pointedly refusing accepting the bouquet. Wiping away chemical slobber from his chin with a shackled wrist, Beck straightened and rasped bluntly, "Whaddaya want? And no, before ya ask, I don't wanna be 'allies' without somethin' in it for us." The boy only assumed this would be an alliance request. Why else would the leader of a potential enemy amble to their border with a mouthful of flowers? Certainly not friendly intentions. It was probably a tactic to flatter them and win their trust to exploit resources. His lantern-like eyes narrowed as he met the seraph's vibrant gaze, awaiting an excuse for the surprise visit.