04-19-2018, 10:23 AM
Maybe if he hung back long enough, Morgan would decided to make the sniveling pup its lunch. One good way to shut a kid up. Lantern-like eyes flitted from the samyoed to the stranger among cypress roots, subtly exposing his slouched form lounging between the gnarls of wood. Beck wasn't purposely lurking and stalking for once; he had merely been scooping out yet another burrow to bury stolen trinkets in. At the sudden bawling, the poltergeist winced in annoyance and patted down enough mud to cover his hoard while he was distracted. He couldn't manage himself a good glimpse of the canine, with Morgan's fluffed pelt, lowered angle through roots, and blurred vision all hindering his line of sight. Not to mention Noah had distanced himself far enough away from their frequently-overstepped border, allowing coils of ferns and shrubs to obscure him further.
Even with the impromptu staring contest on Morgan's part -- if they could even see through their bulky ice mask anyways -- it was disappointingly clear that there would be no gnashing of teeth and shredding the kid into a meal. Slipping from his thicket of roots but still glancing over his shoulder to babysit his buried collection, Beck skulked up next to Morgan and arched his back in a lazy stretch. Continuing to stare down Noah, yet now noticeably, the boy tilted his head to the left and rasped out into the silence of cicadas and warbling, "D'ya need somethin', kid?" Beck couldn't get upset over a child trespassing; he was a scrawny kid himself, or at least was. Although if Noah had been any older, it was likely he would be treated just as terribly as everyone else. Instead, Beck watched his little movements and fidgets with a glazed stare, bitter envy glinting in amber eyes.
[align=center]»――➤Even with the impromptu staring contest on Morgan's part -- if they could even see through their bulky ice mask anyways -- it was disappointingly clear that there would be no gnashing of teeth and shredding the kid into a meal. Slipping from his thicket of roots but still glancing over his shoulder to babysit his buried collection, Beck skulked up next to Morgan and arched his back in a lazy stretch. Continuing to stare down Noah, yet now noticeably, the boy tilted his head to the left and rasped out into the silence of cicadas and warbling, "D'ya need somethin', kid?" Beck couldn't get upset over a child trespassing; he was a scrawny kid himself, or at least was. Although if Noah had been any older, it was likely he would be treated just as terribly as everyone else. Instead, Beck watched his little movements and fidgets with a glazed stare, bitter envy glinting in amber eyes.