07-30-2019, 09:47 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Wormwood had had a similar falling out with his brother at one point not that long ago, but instead of moving as far away as possible from the other lion, Worm had decided to change his ways and continue watching over Poetking, which had been what led to Worm claiming this swampland as his new home. Well, that among... other things. Still, he didn't think he regretted his decision. Despite the fact he greatly disliked the marshy lands this group made their home, he was starting to like the people here, and it seemed like being here was helping him get a bit more emotional... especially after Arrow's recent death.
The large lion had been out for a walk through the territory, slowly stepping from log to log to try and keep himself above the swampy earth beneath him. He had been out just to have some time to think for himself, but then he had ended up stumbling upon someone new. Pausing in his lengthy step from log to log, Wormwood blinked slowly before sighing and clearing his throat. He mumbled in his deep and slightly raspy voice as he inspected the canine, who seemed perfectly happy stretching himself out on land owned by a group he wasn't a part of, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hey, wolf. What are you doing here? You're on the land of a group, you know, so can I have your name, and why you're here?"[/glow] He was beginning to become accustomed to the pattern of finding unfamiliar faces and asking them what the hell they were doing there, just for them to inevitably join. Which was pretty funny, considering apparently before he and his brother had gotten here, joiners weren't nearly as frequent.
The large lion had been out for a walk through the territory, slowly stepping from log to log to try and keep himself above the swampy earth beneath him. He had been out just to have some time to think for himself, but then he had ended up stumbling upon someone new. Pausing in his lengthy step from log to log, Wormwood blinked slowly before sighing and clearing his throat. He mumbled in his deep and slightly raspy voice as he inspected the canine, who seemed perfectly happy stretching himself out on land owned by a group he wasn't a part of, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hey, wolf. What are you doing here? You're on the land of a group, you know, so can I have your name, and why you're here?"[/glow] He was beginning to become accustomed to the pattern of finding unfamiliar faces and asking them what the hell they were doing there, just for them to inevitably join. Which was pretty funny, considering apparently before he and his brother had gotten here, joiners weren't nearly as frequent.
— Reggan