05-07-2018, 11:56 PM
He would have forgotten all about the incident with Luna, erasing her from his memory whether accidentally or not. But whatever higher being out there loved teasing him for his terrible fate, a mocking clink of a single chain link accompanying his limping gait as a reminder dedicated to the trespasser that ended up as the target of his perpetual anger. At first he didn't notice the new addition to the black-iron shackles bound to his very being, but soon enough, the metallic jingle was difficult not to ignore. While the cat had been successfully fitted with a bell, half-literally, his own woes weren't his focus. Instead, the boy drowned out the faint clinking by distracting his ears with a forest of white noise. He had a vague goal in mind, noiseless pawsteps carrying him alongside a murky stream, assuming if he followed the polluted bank long enough, he would be guided to a clean water source. After all, the water plaguing the swamp was irradiated, and a few sightings of mutated creatures was more than enough to confirm his suspicions.
Yet through the throaty cawing, distant splashing, and cicada buzz, a subtle heartbeat could be distinguished when the swamp lulled into a brief silence and he held his rasping breath. Lantern-like eyes shyly glanced at his shallow chest, raising a muddied paw to press against freezing fur in foolish hopes of the stalking pulse coming from him. Nothing, just as he expected. Blurred glare scoured the foliage wilting in the summer heat, tilting his head to the right in childlike curiosity for a moment. He was tempted to approach, but he would probably just find some critter behind the brambles. Rolling his eyes and breaking his entranced stare with the heartbeat's direction, Beck returned his attention to the slowing river, cautious to keep a wide radius between him and the watery current.
By the time the tightly-packed trees of his home thinned into multiple clearings, the sun was still climbing into the sky. Blinking away the sudden blinding light, the poltergeist slowed his limping to a halt, paws sinking into the bank's silt as he did his best to stomach his phobias and cast his gaze out over the placid water in search of any signs of radiation. Not entirely sure what he was checking for, Beck fixated his vision on a pair of shadows swimming through the brook, unidentifiable fish navigating through the cattails and river stones. Tired of forcing weight onto not one, but two injured legs, the scrawny feline was more than content to drop to the mud, amber eyes closing half-way as he studied the fish from afar for any oddities that would otherwise deem the water as unsafe.
[align=center]»――➤Yet through the throaty cawing, distant splashing, and cicada buzz, a subtle heartbeat could be distinguished when the swamp lulled into a brief silence and he held his rasping breath. Lantern-like eyes shyly glanced at his shallow chest, raising a muddied paw to press against freezing fur in foolish hopes of the stalking pulse coming from him. Nothing, just as he expected. Blurred glare scoured the foliage wilting in the summer heat, tilting his head to the right in childlike curiosity for a moment. He was tempted to approach, but he would probably just find some critter behind the brambles. Rolling his eyes and breaking his entranced stare with the heartbeat's direction, Beck returned his attention to the slowing river, cautious to keep a wide radius between him and the watery current.
By the time the tightly-packed trees of his home thinned into multiple clearings, the sun was still climbing into the sky. Blinking away the sudden blinding light, the poltergeist slowed his limping to a halt, paws sinking into the bank's silt as he did his best to stomach his phobias and cast his gaze out over the placid water in search of any signs of radiation. Not entirely sure what he was checking for, Beck fixated his vision on a pair of shadows swimming through the brook, unidentifiable fish navigating through the cattails and river stones. Tired of forcing weight onto not one, but two injured legs, the scrawny feline was more than content to drop to the mud, amber eyes closing half-way as he studied the fish from afar for any oddities that would otherwise deem the water as unsafe.