08-18-2019, 08:13 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]MY MAMA SAID THAT I'M NOT LIVING RIGHT. YOU RAISED A LION, MAMA, I AIN'T LYING, MAMA — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Eyes widening a bit as Ament stumbled towards him, Worm resisted the great urge to begin stepping backward as fast as possible. Ament was a member of Tanglewood, and that meant that Worm did have some level of concern for him – quite a lot, actually, as he constantly felt his own deep itch of worry beneath his skin for those around him – but it don't mean that the lion didn't feel some level of fear of the raptor creature. After all, he was wordless and wrathful most of the time, and the wgole reason Worm had been drawn here was because of the shrieking and piercing cry that Ament had let out, which even without meaning to had left him reeling and dizzy. Still, Wormwood managed to resist his more primal desires, staying firmly in place as the feather covered beast snapped teeth shut close to his face, making his heart give an involuntary leap of unhappiness, and a desire to launch himself forward and show Ament what he could do.
However, it was in this moment when he realized what was the matter. Or, at least, a vague idea of what was going on beneath and in between Ament's feathers. The mournful and exhausted crooning made Worm both relax and frown at the same time, and he slowly made his way to close the gap between them, rumbling deeply as he stretched out a paw to gently nudge at the tiny gaps between Ament's feathers, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Oh, I think that I see... something's in your feathers, isn't it? Or, well, maybe several its. I've heard of ticks and little fleas, but I never considered there might be another tiny creature for feathers, but that makes sense."[/glow] He wanted to stretch his neck forward, run his nose over Ament's form and inspect him for any of the vicious little mites, but instead he just put his paw back down, pushing his head out a bit while bowing it down, trying to show Ament that he wasn't trying to threaten him, and was rather just looking for permission to help out.
However, it was in this moment when he realized what was the matter. Or, at least, a vague idea of what was going on beneath and in between Ament's feathers. The mournful and exhausted crooning made Worm both relax and frown at the same time, and he slowly made his way to close the gap between them, rumbling deeply as he stretched out a paw to gently nudge at the tiny gaps between Ament's feathers, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Oh, I think that I see... something's in your feathers, isn't it? Or, well, maybe several its. I've heard of ticks and little fleas, but I never considered there might be another tiny creature for feathers, but that makes sense."[/glow] He wanted to stretch his neck forward, run his nose over Ament's form and inspect him for any of the vicious little mites, but instead he just put his paw back down, pushing his head out a bit while bowing it down, trying to show Ament that he wasn't trying to threaten him, and was rather just looking for permission to help out.
— Reggan