[ Josh has proven to be a non-threat, as annoying as his constant presence has been, so while Beat is okay with laying in his hole and not moving with him around...
Dark Cacao is another matter entirely.
The moment he hears that voice he begins to growl, and though he feels like a tired old wolf that been stalked and has no more fight to give, he nonetheless climbs to his feet. His movements are pained, and the further damage he's taken since Dark Cacao last saw him is obvious.
But he ducks his head down and snarls all the same, though now there's more body language. He's licking his lips, his nose. Stressed. His eyes are wide, whaling. His mouth is open and panting, saliva dripping unchecked from his tongue.
He doesn't want to fight anymore (he's tired, tired, tired and the creatures strings are slack) but he will to protect himself, his hackles raised. ]
when the moon hits your eye like a giant sword guy its a painful
Dark Cacao is another matter entirely.
The moment he hears that voice he begins to growl, and though he feels like a tired old wolf that been stalked and has no more fight to give, he nonetheless climbs to his feet. His movements are pained, and the further damage he's taken since Dark Cacao last saw him is obvious.
But he ducks his head down and snarls all the same, though now there's more body language. He's licking his lips, his nose. Stressed. His eyes are wide, whaling. His mouth is open and panting, saliva dripping unchecked from his tongue.
He doesn't want to fight anymore (he's tired, tired, tired and the creatures strings are slack) but he will to protect himself, his hackles raised. ]