And I want to be able [p, Wormwood]

[wormwood.]

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

Wormwood watched Vathmos carefully from his place atop his bed, and listened carefully to what she was saying. His eyes slowly filled with recognition as she explained what she had happened, and he mumbled softly as he flicked his tail lazily from side to side, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"...I appreciate your apology, Vathmos. And the explanation, but... if you knew you could've lost control, couldn't you have just told me you couldn't spar with me? I would've rather just relaxed and eaten with you than have gotten a chunk of me taken out. At the very least, you could've told me there was a possibility you could lose control of yourself."[/glow] He said softly, once again shifting his injured back leg, feeling the bandages rubbing awkwardly against his fur as he did so. He pushed his nose into the blankets on his bed briefly, letting out an annoyed grunt through his nose as he felt the ache spreading through his haunches.

He then paused after a moment, and he rose his face up from the blankets strewn around him before speaking in slight worry, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Wait a minute... that wasn't the first time that you've lost control during this Bloodrage state... right? You said you're usually in control..."[/glow] She hadn't lost control because of some sort of bloodlust for him, had she? Or worse, she wasn't losing control in general, right? It was just an accident, it had to be... they couldn't have an uncontrollable bloodrager in the midst of their group, especially now that they had children both joining and returning.