08-07-2019, 07:48 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Wormwood had been trying his best not to be bitter or angry with Vathmos, but it was hard. Really, really hard. He knew that she had obviously not been in control of herself, considering how she eventually ended up knocking herself out in the end, but Wormwood still felt a heavy weight of anger and fear whenever he had seen Vathmos walking around casually, and every time he looked back at his bandaged up leg, he felt a sense of deep, deep sadness. Ever since Vathmos had attacked his leg, he hadn't been able to walk so well, since his other leg had already been injured from a wound long ago from back in his pride. Since he couldn't walk correctly until his leg healed again, it meant that he couldn't leave camp much, and it also meant that he couldn't see Draekon as often, which eventually made him more and more annoyed and depressed. He hadn't meant to be so outright hostile to Vathmos, considering she was a friend of his, but... he just couldn't help his own emotions sometimes.
Wormwood had been taking a long nap in his room when he heard a knock at his door, and he slowly lifted his head, blinking at it and sighing. He slowly got up to his feet, wincing at the soreness of his legs before pulling the door open with his teeth. He tended up when he saw who it was, and he hesitated for a moment before rumbling softly, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hey Vathmos... what's up...?"[/glow]
Wormwood had been taking a long nap in his room when he heard a knock at his door, and he slowly lifted his head, blinking at it and sighing. He slowly got up to his feet, wincing at the soreness of his legs before pulling the door open with his teeth. He tended up when he saw who it was, and he hesitated for a moment before rumbling softly, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hey Vathmos... what's up...?"[/glow]
— Reggan