08-06-2019, 04:40 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Wormwood looked up when he felt Red's gentle touch to his shoulder, and he nodded with a soft mumble, his ears twitching a bit, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Yeah. Little guy, too."[/glow] He said this softly, not wanting to offend Torren if he really was joining the group. It was just.... Torren was obviously younger and much smaller than the rest of them, so "little" was one of the only adjectives Worm could really think of, besides polite. This kid was... surprisingly polite. He supposed that it would've been obvious that it reminded Wormwood of when he was just a small cub. He had been taught – unfortunately forcibly – by his parents, to be polite and rigid in every little interaction he had with others, to make sure that he was upholding their noble legacy. Remembering this made his heart ache, and he very much hoped that this child had not been taught any of his dignity and grace in a cruel way. Enough of the people here had trauma and parental issues, hopefully this kid would be a sort of ray of hope compared to all of them.
Returning the head dip to Torren, Wormwood rumbled firmly to the small feline as he playfully flicked him on the head with his fluffy ended tail, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"If you're seeking a place to stay, then you've arrived at the right border. This is Tanglewood, like I said. My name is Wormwood, and I'll be happy to show you around if you want. Or any one of us could, really. The swamp gets hard to navigate, and you'll need to find a home for yourself in town."[/glow] He remembered grimly just how much wandering around he had needed to do to finally get a semi-firm hold on what the hell the swamp was laid out like. This, of course, wasn't really anybody in the group's fault, but rather a consequence of living in the middle of a very same looking and wet swamp that could lead to you walking around in circles if you didn't mark your path. He could've let Torren try to figure things out on his own, but he was just a kid – no matter how mature he acted – and Wormwood didn't want him to potentially get hurt.
Returning the head dip to Torren, Wormwood rumbled firmly to the small feline as he playfully flicked him on the head with his fluffy ended tail, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"If you're seeking a place to stay, then you've arrived at the right border. This is Tanglewood, like I said. My name is Wormwood, and I'll be happy to show you around if you want. Or any one of us could, really. The swamp gets hard to navigate, and you'll need to find a home for yourself in town."[/glow] He remembered grimly just how much wandering around he had needed to do to finally get a semi-firm hold on what the hell the swamp was laid out like. This, of course, wasn't really anybody in the group's fault, but rather a consequence of living in the middle of a very same looking and wet swamp that could lead to you walking around in circles if you didn't mark your path. He could've let Torren try to figure things out on his own, but he was just a kid – no matter how mature he acted – and Wormwood didn't want him to potentially get hurt.
— Reggan