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CONVENIENCE IS A CURSE ☆ moth - wormwood. - 08-20-2019

[glow=#000,1,400]MY MAMA SAID THAT I'M NOT LIVING RIGHT. YOU RAISED A LION, MAMA, I AIN'T LYING, MAMA — 。+゚.[/glow]
After Poet had disappeared, with their mother's blood on his paws, Worm had been left in a state of slight shock and agony. Not only because his mother was dead – despite their unpleasant past history – but also because the only family from the pride he had left was now gone, and had left the place that Worm now considered to be his home. The lion's focus had of course at first been on his own mental state over everything that had happened, but before long his focus had turned back onto others. This was mainly as a sort of coping mechanism for the male, since focusing on others meant that he didn't have to focus on his own emotions or how events were affecting him. The mix of everything that was going on – with Sam and Beck, and Poet, and Red still not returning yet – meant that Worm absolutely needed to focus on others at the moment, or he would just end up tearing himself apart inside and blaming himself for everything that had happened. Even things that weren't even his fault, like Red not returning from the Pitt yet.

When it came to worrying about others instead of himself, his mind had immediately traveled to Moth and how she was doing. He had tried not to bug either of the two about it, or embarrass either of the younger creatures about feelings they might've been ignoring, but he had noticed full well that Moth and his brother seemed to be getting pretty close before Poet had disappeared. It was pretty clear that she had been trying to hide her feelings about the whole ordeal, or perhaps she didn't even know why she was feeling the way that she was, and Worm felt like he needed to help her out, or at least reassure her that things would one day be alright, both as a friend and as Poet's brother, who felt the need to explain what might have pushed Poet to leave. Truthfully even he couldn't entirely say why his brother had left instead of just going in front of Crow to admit what he had done was in self defense – whatever the reason could have been had been plaguing him for days now, going on a week since he had first found Poet's note – but he could at least try to pretend like he did.

Taking a deep breath to try and even himself out, Wormwood had gone over to where he knew Moth's home to be, gently nudging the door open and glancing around curiously. When he spotted Moth, he rumbled softly as he stepped carefully inside of the house, trying his best to make sure he didn't trample on anything with his large form, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Hey Moth. I came over to talk to you and hang out... I figured that I could see how you had liked my present for you, and see how you're training and stuff is going."[/glow] His own knowledge of herbs and medicine and all of that was quite limited at the moment, but he could at least appreciate very much how hard Moth seemed to be working as she was trained under Selby, and he felt an odd sort of brotherly or fatherly pride about that. He wanted her to be successful, and he wanted her to one day be a great and helpful medic to the entire group of Tanglewood.



Re: CONVENIENCE IS A CURSE ☆ moth - trojan g. - 08-23-2019

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Moth hadn't known about her own feelings for Poet before he had left. She knew that she had been getting close to him, but had thought of it in the same way that she was close with Mikolaj, as a brotherly way, but things seemed to go differently for her and Poet, and still Moth saw nothing weird about that, saw nothing as more than just friends, but it hurt her when he had suddenly up and disappeared, and she hadn't quite known how to deal with the emotions of that. Of course, if she was being honest with herself, she would recognize that it hurt differently than when she had lost her family, though very similar at the same time, though right now, she was just focusing on the hurt and how to get rid of it. So when Worm walked into her little house, the female had been deep in thought, laying down on her mattress, still set up for the cuddle party she had hosted days prior, afraid to take it down in case Poet came back to her house not being set up for a sudden party. It wasn't until Worm spoke that she looked up from her paws, blinking as she listened to his words.

"It was you?" She would ask, sitting up to reveal that the flower crown that she had received was on the mattress with her, a place where she kept her dearest possessions so she knew where they were when she slept. "Th-thank you. I love it, a lot." She would offer, a smile forming on her face as she did so. "And training is going well so far, I'm learning about which herbs are which and if they're good for you in tea or not." There was more to it than that, but so far that was what Moth had been keeping in her mind - was it good for you in tea, and what did it help with? It was easiest to think in small things like that, since she couldn't fully read or write yet. "How're you doing?" She would scoot over so there was enough room for the lion on the mattress with her, just as there had been in her small party that she had held.


Re: CONVENIENCE IS A CURSE ☆ moth - wormwood. - 08-23-2019

[glow=#000,1,400]MY MAMA SAID THAT I'M NOT LIVING RIGHT. YOU RAISED A LION, MAMA, I AIN'T LYING, MAMA — 。+゚.[/glow]
Worm wasn't... entirely surprised to see that Moth was somewhat moping in her house at the moment. In fact, if he was being entirely honest, he probably would've been in a similar position if he hadn't been forcing himself to go out and get things done. Over Poetking, his mind was sort of in a conflicted state, half full of anger at Poet, wondering why he had gone and abandoned them all even when he had only killed Judith in self defense, and half full of sadness over his brother's disappearance – sadness over the fact that the only remaining member of his former family was gone now, and worry that Poet was going to end up getting hurt out there, or even killed. These conflicting thoughts had led to him mostly trying to just shove all of his feelings down and trying desperately to ignore them while focusing on others, but if he really wanted to talk honestly with somebody about what had happened, then it would more than likely be Moth, since she seemed like one of the only people that could understand his feelings and sympathize with them.

Taking a deep breath, he moved over to the bed and carefully moved to lay down beside her, being very deliberate in his movements so that he didn't knock anything over or cause the bed to shift and knock Moth over. Resting his head down against the cushioned surface, he rumbled with a little smile upon his muzzle as he watched the feline, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Yeah, that was me. I went out and got gifts for people based off of what I thought they would like, to show you all that I appreciated you... I figured you would want something simple and pretty like the flower crown."[/glow] He motioned at the crown with one of his wings before mumbling as he closed his eyes, his ears perked up to listen to any of Moth's side of the conversation, [glow=#165042,1,400]"I'm glad that you like it... and I'm really glad that stuff is going well in your training. I'm sure you're going to make a wonderful medic that Selby will be very glad to work alongside soon. I'm really glad that Crow recommended you for that role."[/glow] As he ran out of things about her to say, he felt a heavy sigh leave him at the thought of focusing on his own emotions. He felt a slightly pained look come to his face before he spoke very slowly, a great deal of thought going into each slow word, [glow=#165042,1,400]"I'm doing... well, honestly, I'm not doing amazing. I'm so damn worried about everything that's going on right now, and I was already freaking out over Sam, and Beck, and the fact that Red still isn't back from The Pitt, and now... now Poet's gone. And I don't even know what to think about Poetking being gone. He was the only part of my old family that I had left, and the only member of my old family that actually cared about me, and it just... it hurts. It hurts a lot that he's gone, and I'm trying not to be angry, but... I feel so betrayed and worried at the same time. I'm not sure if when I saw him again – if I see him again – whether or not I would scream at him for abandoning us, or hug him because I was so happy he was okay..."[/glow]