So this was it, huh? The bland old desert in the middle of nowehere that had gone and stolen the girl he loved -- er, stolen his only friend. It wasn't as exciting as his movie-fueled mind had imagined. The landscape was much more boring without a looming clock tower striking high noon for a duel and a saloon rattling out creaky piano notes. At least there were still the crooked cacti silhouttes barely able to hold their roots in the loose earth. The little mud-colored feline paused for a hoarse sneeze, sending a cloud of collected sand from his tireless tracking before blinking up at the morning sky. Beck had trailed after Goldie from dusk to dawn, steady in his limp even as he carelessly kicked at the border and wobbled into the territory. Truth be told, he had no plan. But he didn't need a plan; he was Beck. It wasn't as if he was in any danger -- unless primitive desert-dwellers hired the critter-version of the Ghostbusters in preparation for his surprise visit.
Giving an obnoxiously lazy yawn proceeded by an abrupt shrug of his shoulders and click of teeth, Beck plopped onto his haunches in the burning sand, never wincing thanks to disconnected nerves. Concentration knitted his youthful features as he reached around with his off-behind foot to scratch at his notched ear in thought, lifeless eyes staring beyond the approaching blurs on the flat horizon. Where would a bunch of critters hide other critters? Why would they want to hold people hostage anyways -- it took way too much effort. Oh, what if they decided to try and wrangle him under their armpit as well? The poltergeist stifled a giggle at the image of her kidnappers' burly mugs snarling at him with threats. Let them come, he didn't care. All he cared about was getting Goldie back. Even if he was remarkably foolish in his methods. Or remarkably crazy.
/ y'all feel free to do whatever to/capture this dumbass
[align=center]»――➤Giving an obnoxiously lazy yawn proceeded by an abrupt shrug of his shoulders and click of teeth, Beck plopped onto his haunches in the burning sand, never wincing thanks to disconnected nerves. Concentration knitted his youthful features as he reached around with his off-behind foot to scratch at his notched ear in thought, lifeless eyes staring beyond the approaching blurs on the flat horizon. Where would a bunch of critters hide other critters? Why would they want to hold people hostage anyways -- it took way too much effort. Oh, what if they decided to try and wrangle him under their armpit as well? The poltergeist stifled a giggle at the image of her kidnappers' burly mugs snarling at him with threats. Let them come, he didn't care. All he cared about was getting Goldie back. Even if he was remarkably foolish in his methods. Or remarkably crazy.
/ y'all feel free to do whatever to/capture this dumbass