[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]There had been movement in Tanglewood's waters for quite some time. Between the alligators and the mutant catfish, he hadn't paid much attention to it. But the occasional flash of fins cutting through water, a wide eye peering up from the depths when he thought he was alone, they were all filed into the back of his head under the title of Something Unusual. He wasn't unaccustomed to the strange and macabre, no - he fell deep into that category, his body barely belonging to any one discernible species and his powers far stranger. But given his abilities, he had something of a duty to uphold, to use these strengths to protect those who had none. There were creatures out there that were not so kind as himself; the world was a frightening place, and he had come equipped to kill anything that threatened it.
Whether that may or may not include a mutant sea monster today remained beyond him.
Red hears some commotion, and sees that flash of bright, amphibious skin again. He senses something, a feeling he can't quite put a finger on, but it feels as though they might have a thing or two in common. It's like a magnetic field, almost. He walks within range of the creature and he feels as though he is stepping into a personal bubble. Perhaps the dog-fish was sending out some kind of warning. Or, perhaps, it was just Red picking up on something he'd grown accustomed enough to ignore up until this point. He reflexively tenses.
When he sees the dog - the fish - and gets a good look at its face, he's briefly taken aback. Most would agree that bright colors meant poison among feral species, and yet Wormwood had no problem waltzing up to the creature and asking their name and business. And yet the fish is calm, almost curious and thoughtful. There's more behind its large eyes than hunger or death, leading him to the careful conclusion that the creature was not feral nor monstrous at all. Red blinks.
"Hey there," Red tries not to look threatening, but being larger than most creatures had a tendency to intimidate. With his left hand, his real one, he gives a little wave. It's an olive branch. "Where'd you come from?"
Whether that may or may not include a mutant sea monster today remained beyond him.
Red hears some commotion, and sees that flash of bright, amphibious skin again. He senses something, a feeling he can't quite put a finger on, but it feels as though they might have a thing or two in common. It's like a magnetic field, almost. He walks within range of the creature and he feels as though he is stepping into a personal bubble. Perhaps the dog-fish was sending out some kind of warning. Or, perhaps, it was just Red picking up on something he'd grown accustomed enough to ignore up until this point. He reflexively tenses.
When he sees the dog - the fish - and gets a good look at its face, he's briefly taken aback. Most would agree that bright colors meant poison among feral species, and yet Wormwood had no problem waltzing up to the creature and asking their name and business. And yet the fish is calm, almost curious and thoughtful. There's more behind its large eyes than hunger or death, leading him to the careful conclusion that the creature was not feral nor monstrous at all. Red blinks.
"Hey there," Red tries not to look threatening, but being larger than most creatures had a tendency to intimidate. With his left hand, his real one, he gives a little wave. It's an olive branch. "Where'd you come from?"
[div style="text-align:center;font-size:10pt;line-height:9pt;color:black;font-weight:bold;font-family:verdana;"]IF YOUR FORTRESS IS UNDER SIEGE,
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME