08-07-2019, 04:34 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Wormwood has no trouble hunting for both himself and Poetking, but that's mainly because he has brute force on his side. He had lots of rippling muscles and very long legs that could catch up to things easily, and as long as his injured legs didn't lock up on his, he could easily pin something down and rip it's throat out before it got a chance to escape. However, he had been venturing out of the territory less and less often since Vathmos had taken a bite out of his previously uninjured leg, since he couldn't put his full weight on it for very long. This meant he had been hunting within the actual swamp more and more often, and he could imagine that would eventually present a problem with all of them splitting up their food. However, he tried not to worry about that too much, since there wasn't much he could do about it right now. He would gladly go hungry for a few days if it meant that some others in the group would get their fill before he went and hopefully found something for himself. Hell, he'd even do that for Vathmos, even with the slight animosity he had been feeling toward her lately.
When he had been on a walk out through the territory to stretch his legs and learn to walk through his injuries again, he hadn't expected to find Vathmos spitting angrily up at a feral raccoon, but it was actually... well, a pretty entertaining sight to behold. He let out a few hearty chuckles as he saw Vathmos snapping angrily up the tree, and he couldn't help but decide to show off a bit. Claws coming out, the lion moved over to one of the sturdy nearby trees and slowly hefted himself up with some effort, ignoring the burn that spread through his back legs at the action of it. As he slowly draped himself over some of the more sturdy branches, he smirked lazily down at Vathmos and rumbled as he eyed the raccoon a few trees over, his tail flicking from side to side beneath him, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"What's wrong Vathmos? Can you not reach the little raccoon fella?"[/glow] He realized he was being a bit dickish, but he was so, so tired right now, and Vathmos was part of the reason that he couldn't even go and see his boyfriend lately, so his feelings of guilt mostly melted away with a lazy roll of his shoulders and another glance over at the snickering raccoon.
When he had been on a walk out through the territory to stretch his legs and learn to walk through his injuries again, he hadn't expected to find Vathmos spitting angrily up at a feral raccoon, but it was actually... well, a pretty entertaining sight to behold. He let out a few hearty chuckles as he saw Vathmos snapping angrily up the tree, and he couldn't help but decide to show off a bit. Claws coming out, the lion moved over to one of the sturdy nearby trees and slowly hefted himself up with some effort, ignoring the burn that spread through his back legs at the action of it. As he slowly draped himself over some of the more sturdy branches, he smirked lazily down at Vathmos and rumbled as he eyed the raccoon a few trees over, his tail flicking from side to side beneath him, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"What's wrong Vathmos? Can you not reach the little raccoon fella?"[/glow] He realized he was being a bit dickish, but he was so, so tired right now, and Vathmos was part of the reason that he couldn't even go and see his boyfriend lately, so his feelings of guilt mostly melted away with a lazy roll of his shoulders and another glance over at the snickering raccoon.
— Reggan