07-31-2019, 01:16 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Despite that he now pretty much lived in Tanglewood, Worm still took his opportunities to leave the territory when he was able. After all, the territory itself was hot and muddy and didn't exactly get a lot of sunlight, so the lion ended up going on pretty long walks by himself just to think and enjoy the change in weather. Recently, even, he had gotten even more things to think about. The usually suspects were still there – thoughts of his brother, and the old pride, and where Judoth may think they were. But now grieving over the recent death of Arrow was added onto the mix, while also thinking back to his past lover, thanks to his recent conversation with Delilah over her missing the love of her life – even if she didn't quite say that was what he was.
Wormwood had been so lost in his thoughts this time that he hadn't even realized how close he was getting to the territory of the Pitt. He had just been strolling along, his paws sinking a bit into the ground from the weight of a large muscular lion. He was forced to snap out of his thoughts and look up when the sudden smell of the Pitt invaded his senses, and it wasn't just a border line. If it was a border line, he would've been able to smell it pretty clearly in one place, without much fuss, and he could get the hell away from it. But this scent was big, and attached to something moving. The lion slowly looked around, his eyes narrowed as he tried to search for the source of the scent. He rumbled slowly after a couple of seconds, not spotting anything, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hello? I know there's someone there... or something."[/glow]
Wormwood had been so lost in his thoughts this time that he hadn't even realized how close he was getting to the territory of the Pitt. He had just been strolling along, his paws sinking a bit into the ground from the weight of a large muscular lion. He was forced to snap out of his thoughts and look up when the sudden smell of the Pitt invaded his senses, and it wasn't just a border line. If it was a border line, he would've been able to smell it pretty clearly in one place, without much fuss, and he could get the hell away from it. But this scent was big, and attached to something moving. The lion slowly looked around, his eyes narrowed as he tried to search for the source of the scent. He rumbled slowly after a couple of seconds, not spotting anything, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hello? I know there's someone there... or something."[/glow]
— Reggan