07-28-2019, 11:51 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Wormwood couldn't help but feel so angry and bitter that he was once again following after his brother's footsteps. Or over the fact that he needed to go and watch his brother's ass so that he didn't fall over and get himself killed in this godforsaken shithole of a swamp, despite the fact that Worm probably wouldn't mind that too much. Still, somewhere in the back of his mind, he did have a conscious, and that little bastard was saying that it would be wrong for him to just leave Poetking on his own to possibly get hurt. Besides, the group members here probably didn't know about his brother's ailments or what he really needed.
Despite having all of this in mind, nothing made Worm any less irritated at the mud and dirt caked over his paws and claws, getting up in his mane and sticking onto his wet nose. God, couldn't Poetking have come to somewhere less disgusting and confusing? He swore, despite the fact he was trying to leave himself marks to follow, and trying to make mental landmarks, he felt like he was walking in circles. Finally growing tired of the game he was playing with this awful jungle, Worm heaved his front legs up onto a nearby log, pulling his large and heavy body up onto it and out of the mud.
Once he didn't feel so damp, he cleared his throat before letting out an absolutely monumental roar into the air, trying to alert someone nearby so that they would come to him, rather the reverse. When he began to hear approaching footsteps, he pulled himself up to his full height, growling lowly as he looked around, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I know you have my brother in this awful swamp of yours. I've come to either take him away from this place, or join. His choice, I suppose..."[/glow]
Despite having all of this in mind, nothing made Worm any less irritated at the mud and dirt caked over his paws and claws, getting up in his mane and sticking onto his wet nose. God, couldn't Poetking have come to somewhere less disgusting and confusing? He swore, despite the fact he was trying to leave himself marks to follow, and trying to make mental landmarks, he felt like he was walking in circles. Finally growing tired of the game he was playing with this awful jungle, Worm heaved his front legs up onto a nearby log, pulling his large and heavy body up onto it and out of the mud.
Once he didn't feel so damp, he cleared his throat before letting out an absolutely monumental roar into the air, trying to alert someone nearby so that they would come to him, rather the reverse. When he began to hear approaching footsteps, he pulled himself up to his full height, growling lowly as he looked around, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I know you have my brother in this awful swamp of yours. I've come to either take him away from this place, or join. His choice, I suppose..."[/glow]
— Reggan