Debugging the Courtyard Section [Open]

Beast lumbered forward, the dark hulking shadow in the woods that even the heartless seemed to shy from after he’d tossed two Neoshadows against a large tree like useless bags of dirt to be discarded. He was familiar with those tiny monsters and he would do again several times over. The rest of the shadows having their match for the most part confused by the show of brutality mostly looked to one another before slipping back into darkness. There was a towering castle in the distance in a shimmering blue, and as much as he’d like to say his intent was heroic, he was only traveling the worlds for the desire to exterminate the heartless as a way to ‘do his part’ his heart told everything he simply couldn’t say. He was looking for her.

A gate just as illustrious as the castle was ahead and the Beast continued forward toward it assuming that it would lead to the castle’s courtyard…a courtyard much more spacious than his own he would come to find. He arrived at shining iron ornamentation and was surprised to find that it was not even locked. His burly paw had little resistance in pushing the gate open and it was thankfully wide enough to allow him entry. He stalked forward into the softly lit courtyard only to pause upon noticing what looked to be a man shuffling near the fountain, his movements strangely mechanical. He was inspecting the plants. Maybe he was a castle gardener? The uniform certainly made little sense with the castle lights and blue hue cast by the fountain. The hair on the Beast’s neck bristled up and he tensed his eyes locking on to the man in the courtyard. Something wasn’t right here. He stalked forward into the light of the courtyard.

The Beast remained cautious and very much wary of the figure in the courtyard. Whoever he was, there was a certain regalness to him and a color coordination that suggested he belonged but the Beast knew better than anyone not to be deceived by appearances. As 'the commander' marched forward and introduced himself, the Beast rose up on his haunches to his full height, his looming figure casting a monstrous shadow over the cobblestone.

Slightly confused when 'the commander' demanded to know what 'sector' this was, the Beast tilted his horned head slightly to the side, his tusks revealed in the light a bit from the way his mouth had fallen open a little. "Err...this looks like the courtyard to me." He gestured vaguely toward the towering white castle shimmering in the short distance away. "Whoever's in charge likely lives there."

His voice was deep with a growling edge even though the conversation at hand really didn't elicit any associated emotion that might cause a tone like that. It was an almost primal tone. "Who I am doesn't really matter." he added quietly, his soulful and very much human blue eyes rising toward the castle towers. "Most call me 'Beast'" he finally said to give his strange new acquaintance something to go off of.

Well he knew he wasn’t typical but what did this man mean by ‘User.’ Beast had never heard anything like that before. Then he asked about his appearance, and while Beast probably should have taken into account how daring it was to ask such a candid question and maybe even be alright with opening the floor for discussion on it, once upon a time the Beast was a vain and beautiful prince. To say that he was sensitive about his appearance was a pretty reasonable deduction. For those that knew nothing of his past, that the Beast absolutely bristled at the strangely glowing man’s question was a pretty indication of how he might have felt about being asked that question.

”NO!” the Beast barked, nearly salivating in the offense. And that was about it for the Beast’s tolerance and social graces. He’d gotten a bad feeling from the man before interacting with him and after was no better. His hulking furred arms and shoulders accenting each and every one of his lumbering steps, the Beast moved past the man in blue stalking with an evidently angrier purpose than he’d walked in with.

Only moments after the Beast stalked past the strange faintly glowing man, he was questioned on the on the nature of his behavior and whether it was rude of him or not and the Beast whipped around, his eyes wild and his nostrils flared. He drew in a breath that was audible and made his muscular shoulders raise on either side. The creature looked like he could rip the cast iron gates right off of their posts with arms like that and with the elevated bristling of his fur. It took him a moment to reply and in that moment he’d noted that the look on the man’s face was one of general curiosity. ”Only as rude as it is to ask someone why they look the way they do.” he fired at the guy with a pointed stare, his age and the tendencies that tended to come with it showing themselves in his facial expression.

”Speaking of that, you look like you’re glowing. Are you under an enchantment?” he asked. There was the off chance that he was talking down to someone who a powerful spellcaster himself. That was the last sort of person that the Beast wanted to talk to that way considering that maybe there was another way to deal with his affliction. The more the Beast talked to and observed this strange man the more clear it was that he probably was from another world and not one that the Beast would have ever seen or known anything about. There was an elegance to this world, something enchanting and regal, and here the two men stood, well one man one monster, neither really looking short of entirely out of place. The man looked…advanced. It was really the only word the Beast could even try to put toward the description.

The Beast spared the commander a long silent moment, his stare still that of a disturbed wild animal's as the man explained that he was under no enchantment, that the emitted glow was if his natural form. The prince couldn't exactly say why but that phrasing seemed wrong to him. Regardless he didn't question it. His interest in whatever was going on out here in the courtyard had faded only moments after he'd set a lumbering foot into it. "Fine." the Beast conceded with a dark gruff tone.

"I'm here to find someone so I'm going into that caslte." the Beast didn't imply that he had any interest in what Sark was here for because quite frankly he didn't. The beast had a very limited capacity for patience or politeness. Very limited. He wasn't sure what it was about this guy, but the Beast didn't like him. To be fair, it was rare that he liked anyone, but there was something particularly off with this one. With a snarl, his teeth bared for only a moment, the monster turned his attention toward the staircase and he began his ascent on what was as pristine as polished marble.