SIX FEET OF DIRT WOULD LOOK GREAT ON YOU / piñata

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]It was odd, seeing many creatures around the doors of Beck's hut, considering rarely anyone ever really went over in this area, the only few that she had ever really seen being Beck himself and Crow. She had been curious, of course, as to what all was over here, though had decided it was best to leave the boy alone. Moth didn't really know him, but simply knew of him and his pranks, as well as his mutated plant, though she really had no idea what it was if she was being completely honest with herself.

Eyes would look over those who were gathering, head moving slightly with each flicker, though the closest member that she knew was Wormwood - and she still wasn't too sure about him. Padding forward, Moth would look upon the scene, eyes widening slightly as she recognized the animal that Beck seemed to have built himself, only to beat it. Deciding not to speak, Moth could only simply watch, ears pinned to her head, waiting for Beck to finally speak and answer those that had already asked questions, or waiting to see if Crow would show up - the real Crow - and see what would happen then. After all, Moth wouldn't be able to stop anything from happening, and would only be able to simply watch, for fear froze her.