[ YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN ] joining

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wormwood winced as soon as his mother began talking in that shrill voice of hers, and he stayed hidden behind Vathmos, grateful for his new group mates for helping him. He found himself also wishing Draekon was here, faintly, but then he thought about it a bit more, and decided he didn't. Draekon probably wouldn't ask any questions and would just kill her immediately. Which... he wasn't entirely opposed to, but he doubted that it wouldn't be frowned upon. Still, it seemed like some of the members of the group were getting pretty close to just taking matters into their own paws, given how his Mother hadn't changed her screaming.

Looking over at Sam, he made a soft grateful noise at her words, and pushed himself just abit farther upward, trying to give off a more intimidating vibe despite the shakes that still wracked his body, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Poetking is fine. He's happy here, just like I am. And nobody was taken. He left on his own! This place is happy, and these people are more like a family than we ever were! Please just leave!"[/glow] His ears were pinned down low to his head as he growled, grateful that his brother wasn't around to see this. Most of the time Poetking was pretty intelligent, but he was the one always lauded over by their mother, and he would probably insist she wasn't here to do any harm.