07-31-2019, 09:49 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Worm was on yet another one of his walks around the territory, this time trying to find some prey to get his fangs on, when suddenly two familiar scents mingled together and made him stop in his tracks: blood, and the Pitt. He felt his throat tighten, and he quickly dashed towards the scent, only to find blood spotted around, and another scent mingling in with the other two: Sam. One of the people that had helped defend him when Judith had arrived. Shit, shit, shit, no. She couldn't be gone. He looked around frantically, sniffing for which way the scents headed, but it seemed to be covered up. Letting out a roar of anguish, he turned and shouted, his voice hoarse, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Anyone?! Sam has been taken! She was taken, by the Pittt.."[/glow] The specific Pitt smell seemed vaguely familiar in his mind as well, but he was so panicked that he couldn't place it as Draekon.
— Reggan