07-31-2019, 09:12 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Saying that Wormwood wouldn't have chosen this territory for the group was a huge understatement. While he had begun to care deeply about the people here and everything else about Tanglewood, there was really no love he had to give to the territory. It was humid, extremely muddy, and he had heard rumors from some of the other group members that it was radioactive as well, which explained the crater he had seen on one of his walks. He didn't even want to think about what effects that could have in the long run on him, let alone on his brother, so he kinda chose to ignore that particular dangerous aspect of their nice little swamp territory.
He generally did like the town, and it was where he went for walks around the most – well, negating the shore and the border, but those weren't really just to walk around – and he found that he liked all the different decorations. He liked the way that everybody seemed to express their own personalities with their homes, and he liked the way that, if not for the weather, you'd probably be able to completely forget they were in a swamp if you just focused on the nice little town that the residents – most of them, anyways – called home.
As for Worm's personal home, it was rather barren, as he had only arrived a few weeks ago, and hadn't really had a chance to imprint on it much. Still, the porch had the bouquet of flowers that Poet had given him tucked onto it, which brought a small amount of color to the place. Wormwood had been resting peacefully on this porch when he noticed the new person going by, who briefly stopped in front of the statue near the middle of town. Figuring he should probably introduce himself to any new members, the large lion heaved himself up to his paws, making his way down from the porch and over to where Damian was walking, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hey there? You're new, right? You seem like it, looking around this place so intently. I don't think we've met..."[/glow]
He generally did like the town, and it was where he went for walks around the most – well, negating the shore and the border, but those weren't really just to walk around – and he found that he liked all the different decorations. He liked the way that everybody seemed to express their own personalities with their homes, and he liked the way that, if not for the weather, you'd probably be able to completely forget they were in a swamp if you just focused on the nice little town that the residents – most of them, anyways – called home.
As for Worm's personal home, it was rather barren, as he had only arrived a few weeks ago, and hadn't really had a chance to imprint on it much. Still, the porch had the bouquet of flowers that Poet had given him tucked onto it, which brought a small amount of color to the place. Wormwood had been resting peacefully on this porch when he noticed the new person going by, who briefly stopped in front of the statue near the middle of town. Figuring he should probably introduce himself to any new members, the large lion heaved himself up to his paws, making his way down from the porch and over to where Damian was walking, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hey there? You're new, right? You seem like it, looking around this place so intently. I don't think we've met..."[/glow]
— Reggan