07-31-2019, 05:26 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Contrary to what Vathmos might have thought from her past experiences, Worm had no intention of taking over the territory, and he doubted that Poet had any intention of it either. Sure, Wormwood had, at one point, been vicious and ambitious enough to try and take over their old pride, even at the cost of attacking Poet, but those days were far behind him now. The guilt he had felt was excruciating, and truly all that he wanted now was a simple and peaceful life here in Tanglewood, even if the setting where they lived wasn't exactly his ideal. If he ever did end up in charge of this place – which he somehow doubted would happen – it would happen as a result of him being promoted by someone else, not by him trying to take that power for himself.
The lion could also, very easily, relate to the feeling of being exiled from the group that had once been his home, and his safety. While their pride hadn't been quite as xenophobic as Vathmos' tribe had been, it had definitely been similar in that it was a group of his peers and closest friends. Sure, life had definitely been... rough there, given how his parents had never truly loved him, and how he never ended up being the true heir he was supposed to be, he had still had a life there. That had all changed when his Mother had run him out of town, threatening him with death if he ever returned and tried to do anything to Poet ever again. The pride was no longer home now, and nowadays he questioned if it ever really had been.
Shaking his head quickly to stop overthinking, Wormwood gestured towards the rabbit with a paw and rumbled softly at the hyena, his tail flicking slowly behind him as he carefully sat down on the best bit of dry land he could find, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I suppose I wouldn't mind sharing that much, given how chubby this rabbit is. At least, that's what I assumed you were following me for. You can always tell me if you've got some sort of question for me."[/glow]
The lion could also, very easily, relate to the feeling of being exiled from the group that had once been his home, and his safety. While their pride hadn't been quite as xenophobic as Vathmos' tribe had been, it had definitely been similar in that it was a group of his peers and closest friends. Sure, life had definitely been... rough there, given how his parents had never truly loved him, and how he never ended up being the true heir he was supposed to be, he had still had a life there. That had all changed when his Mother had run him out of town, threatening him with death if he ever returned and tried to do anything to Poet ever again. The pride was no longer home now, and nowadays he questioned if it ever really had been.
Shaking his head quickly to stop overthinking, Wormwood gestured towards the rabbit with a paw and rumbled softly at the hyena, his tail flicking slowly behind him as he carefully sat down on the best bit of dry land he could find, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I suppose I wouldn't mind sharing that much, given how chubby this rabbit is. At least, that's what I assumed you were following me for. You can always tell me if you've got some sort of question for me."[/glow]
— Reggan