08-21-2019, 12:51 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]
Wormwood, for a very long period of his young cub life, he hadn't been able to read or do anything particularly intelligent. That wasn't to say that he wasn't smart, but everything he had been taught was either about combat skills or skills that would serve him in leading the pride later on – which was sort of useless in the end, since Worm hadn't even ended up being the next in line to lead the pride, it ended up being Poetking – and his parents didn't particularly care for anything that made his days a bit brighter. Reading had been one of those skills that he had learned after he had left the pride, on his long journey from place to place looking for where his brother had decided to make his new home. On the long nights where Worm hadn't had any company except for the beating of his own heart and the soft sounds of the bugs all around, he had decided to take the various stories that he had collected on his travels and tried to translate them so that he could understand. It had taken quite a bit of time for him to actually begin to understand the letters or the words that clouded his vision on the pages of the stories, but eventually they started to make sense, and he could begin to string together the various sounds that he needed to so that he could read the fairytales he was so fond of. Most of the stories he had started off with had been pretty basic childhood ones, but over time he got into the more complex stories with branching narratives and foreshadowing and all sorts of different characters, and he found that most of the things he learned from the stories could even be applied to his real life.
He wasn't sure why he had assumed that Roy couldn't read, but perhaps it was just because of how intimidating the male looked, and it brought to mind visions of fighting and brutality, and no room for things like reading or learning. He was unaware of how Roy had been trained and taught and encouraged to memorize and adapt and whatever wide variety of other things the doctor had made him do. It made him felt a bit bad that he had made the assumption just because Roy was a bit harder to communicate than others. However, he liked making the effort to communicate with and learn a lot about all of his clanmates, and Roy was of particular interest to him in the grand scheme of all of his very different and unique clanmates. He knew that certain members of Tanglewood – such as Leroy – didn't deally appreciate the members of their group that were more difficult to communicate with, or more feral seeming. He knew that Roy wasn't entirely feral, but he seemed enough like it to piss off Leroy, and that was part of why Worm was making such an effort to make sure that Roy felt welcomed and protected.
Humming a bit to himself, a smile came to Worm's muzzle as Roy spoke the first full sentence that the lion had heard from his mouth since he had first showed up on the border, flaming and chomping on one of their many gators. Giving a deep bowing nod to the younger male, Worm said in a calm and appreciative tone, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Ah, I see. It's nice to meet another member of the group that can actually read. Quite a few of the others are illiterate because it was a skill that they never had to learn for surviving out here."[/glow] He then prodded gently at Orion before tracing with his paw to Canis Major and Canis Minor. He mumbled as he did it, his tail flicking gently from side to side as he let his gaze trace over the entire star chart before him, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Orion was always one of my favorites. Mainly because back in the pride I was born in, hunters were greatly respected and valued as some of the most important members in our group. We never did have dogs though, unless you count the hyenas that would try to steal our prey."[/glow] He chuckled softly at his own little joke, shaking his head with a smile before looking up at Roy, [glow=#165042,1,400]"What were things like where you're from, Roy?"[/glow]
He wasn't sure why he had assumed that Roy couldn't read, but perhaps it was just because of how intimidating the male looked, and it brought to mind visions of fighting and brutality, and no room for things like reading or learning. He was unaware of how Roy had been trained and taught and encouraged to memorize and adapt and whatever wide variety of other things the doctor had made him do. It made him felt a bit bad that he had made the assumption just because Roy was a bit harder to communicate than others. However, he liked making the effort to communicate with and learn a lot about all of his clanmates, and Roy was of particular interest to him in the grand scheme of all of his very different and unique clanmates. He knew that certain members of Tanglewood – such as Leroy – didn't deally appreciate the members of their group that were more difficult to communicate with, or more feral seeming. He knew that Roy wasn't entirely feral, but he seemed enough like it to piss off Leroy, and that was part of why Worm was making such an effort to make sure that Roy felt welcomed and protected.
Humming a bit to himself, a smile came to Worm's muzzle as Roy spoke the first full sentence that the lion had heard from his mouth since he had first showed up on the border, flaming and chomping on one of their many gators. Giving a deep bowing nod to the younger male, Worm said in a calm and appreciative tone, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Ah, I see. It's nice to meet another member of the group that can actually read. Quite a few of the others are illiterate because it was a skill that they never had to learn for surviving out here."[/glow] He then prodded gently at Orion before tracing with his paw to Canis Major and Canis Minor. He mumbled as he did it, his tail flicking gently from side to side as he let his gaze trace over the entire star chart before him, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Orion was always one of my favorites. Mainly because back in the pride I was born in, hunters were greatly respected and valued as some of the most important members in our group. We never did have dogs though, unless you count the hyenas that would try to steal our prey."[/glow] He chuckled softly at his own little joke, shaking his head with a smile before looking up at Roy, [glow=#165042,1,400]"What were things like where you're from, Roy?"[/glow]
— Reggan