My skin is a story [o, sparring]

[wormwood.]

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

Worm's chest was heaving with effort as he stayed away from Vathmos, his eyes wide and his heart beating so loud it practically drowned everything else around him. When Beck came to his rescue, a relieved sigh left his body, and his back legs gave out from the burning pain that was searing through him. He still felt the blood rolling down his back leg from where he had been bitten, and he wheezed out softly to the elk in front of him, unable to move, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Thank... thank you, Beck. I don't know what's wrong with her..."[/glow] His heart and mind were still desperately yelling at him to get the hell away from Vathmos's electrified fangs, but his legs didn't want to work, and his eyes already felt so heavy.