sing, goddess, of the wrath of achilles | p

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Starrynight had told them not to engage, and Bastille was hard pressed to listen. He had tried, he really had, but he just-- he couldn't do it. He couldn't look at Luna every day and just ignore that fury brewing in his gut, the vicious impulse to track Beck down and shred his stupid, ghostly body apart. Bast didn't care if he couldn't really kill him -- he just wanted the gratification of pretending to, over and over and over. Becky could still hurt, even if he could not die, and Bastille would see to it that he did. He didn't care what Starry did to him, or what anyone said. He was going to have his fucking vengeance, damnit.

The ground cracked in delicate lines beneath his paws as he stalked along the edges of Tanglewood territory, but he steps were silent. He was going to have to figure out how to get to Becky in the first place, though he was unfamiliar with their territory and thus had to resort to peering through the trees, tracking aura movements in the distance and trying to figure out the fastest way to get in and out of their camp. He was taking care to make sure his invisibility stayed on, sticking close to the border and watched for his opportunity, the anger thrumming gently in his veins.

He wouldn't have anticipated Becky actually leaving the territory, though -- it was honestly as if fate was fucking smiling down on him, urging him along as he stalked after the rotten little troll. His blood was boiling with the urge to lunge for him on sight, but Bastille wanted to see where he was going first (if he turned towards the Ascendants, Bastille might just fucking lose it, though).

[member=67]beck.[/member]