Disappearing must've been an inherited trait between Modicum Mortem's children - all of them excelled at it. Without a trace, without even leaving so much as a footprint, the clown's children could vanish. So that is what Beetlejuice had done, for a long while - kept to himself, a wanderer at heart, claimed by no leader or land. He simply existed, nothing more than a spirit haunting the Earth, hardly noticing the way everything changed. 

 But he's grown tired of existing in the contours of Beqanna. He's grown bored with being another creature of the night, a shadow slinking through the darkness. No - he wanted more. And who better to accomplish this task with, than a dear old friend? 

Rumors surfaced as to where Zain had run off to, and Beetlejuice follows. He travels by the skies, to Pangea, the kingdom risen from the sea, with haste and urgency. He's itching to cause more trouble, but most of all, to see what trouble he has missed in his absence. 

"Zain," He says boldly upon his approach, a sly smirk stretched across his dark lips. "Long time, no see. You look like shit." He nods up and down to the undead appearance of the stallion's skin, and laughs to himself. Oh, the good times they would have. 

BeetleJuice

I'm the Ghost With the Most, Babe.

So, the passage of time crept up on them both - they are both much older, more sinister. Zain had decayed (most literally) in his age, but it matters not to Beetlejuice. He looks at the inner-workings of the stallion's bodice, each tendon and bone exposed beneath flaps of dying skin. If it wasn't for his scent set deep into the smaller stag's memory, and the fact that he could spot this fucker within minutes just by his sheer size and presence, he might never had realized it was him. 

"Don't get too mouthy there, Bones," The mint and ebony stallion jests, brow raising as he looks up at Zain. "You may not walk out of here." His tone is neither serious nor joking, rather it lays somewhere in between the two. Beetlejuice cares for no one but himself, and despite being smaller than his old friend, he wasn't afraid to fight him (or, leave him to rot on this contaminated land). "Now, now. Care to explain?" He says with a grin, a sense of excitement rumbling in his core. 

He was back...and he was ready to raise some hell. 

BeetleJuice

I'm the Ghost With the Most, Babe.