08-21-2019, 02:21 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]
The lion enjoyed exploring around the territory quite often when he was feeling bored or he needed some exercise. Whenever he was starting to feel stressed out or when he just needed something to occupy his mind, he would just let his paws keep carrying him onward around Tanglewood's territory slowly. He had been doing it more and more often lately because of the fact that he was still getting over Poet being gone, and his mother being dead. Staying alone with his thoughts was practically a death sentence, and when there wasn't anybody around to talk to – like right now – he decided to just start strolling around and searching for anything interesting to look at or help out with. This time, while he was out, he ended up eventually stumbling upon Mayari and her predicament. Well, rather, he was wandering around the forest nearby when he heard Mayari calling out for any tanglers who were nearby. His ears perking up at her words, Worm glanced around before lowering his head to the ground to try and pick up her scent. Following the wild dog's scent and the sound of where her voice had come from, he eventually found his way to the junk pile that she was currently residing in.
Pressing his way firmly through the dense before him, the lion felt the metal prongs pulling at his mane and his skin as he shoved his way to the other side. He looked around in slight wonder at the wide variety of different things that were sitting around the junkyard, all competing for his attention at once. It was practically a wide treasure trove of different things sitting around that were all frantically vying for his attention from the light glinting off of their surfaces. He saw old human artifacts, appliances and furniture that would be perfect for his home if it was in a bit of a better state. His home was pretty damn barren at the moment, and he would've liked to grab something for himself from the wide variety of objects all around, but none of it was in the best state at the moment, so he made a mental note to keep this place in mind when he could return later and possibly try to clean some things up. In addition to that, he thought that maybe he could come and find some more jewelry to add to his rapidly expanding collection. He doubted the jewelry he could get from here would be very clean either, but it was always possible for him to clean things up with just a bit of water and some scrubbing.
He quickly shook his head to calm his many distracting thoughts before turning to the person who had attracted him to this place in the first place – Mayari. Wandering over to the large vehicle, he looked over the mobile home with slightly wide eyes. Gently pawing at the door without much effort, he glanced at the wild dog and rumbled softly as he flicked one of his ears to signal he was listening, instead of letting his thoughts wander once again, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Hello, Mayari... do you need some help getting into here? Cause I could try using my weight to help out, I guess..."[/glow] He glanced up at the home for a moment before nudging his shoulder against it with only a fraction of his force before speaking again, a soft chuckle leaving him as he rose a paw, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Worst comes to worst, I could try helping out by just melting the door off of its hinges, but I don't really have supreme control over my fire abilities right now... plus I don't really think you want this place to be wide open to the elements with no door..."[/glow] Obviously it wasn't really in the best shape at the moment anyways, but it would be harder to fix up with the door being wide open and turn off, meaning that any sort of bugs or various creatures – along with the elements such as the suffocating humidity and rain – could get inside quite easily and make things even more difficult.
Truth be told, he couldn't really see why Mayari couldn't just take up residence in one of the many houses around their main camp area, unless they were all taken somehow. He couldn't really imagine that they were all taken, considering how many of the small buildings were scattered about, and it wasn't as if Mayari had the same issues as Roy, where she had to worry about burning some building – or the swamp as a whole, really –down if she stayed in one of them. Still, he wasn't going to question her life decisions, especially since he didn't know her that well yet, and it wasn't as if deciding to live in this strange old human vehicle would be particularly dangerous to her health, as far as he could tell. The place didn't smell of disease or decay, just a little bit of trash, and he was sure with a bit of elbow grease Mayari could easily refine it into a nice enough place to stay, so he wouldn't go asking her about it... at least for now.
Pressing his way firmly through the dense before him, the lion felt the metal prongs pulling at his mane and his skin as he shoved his way to the other side. He looked around in slight wonder at the wide variety of different things that were sitting around the junkyard, all competing for his attention at once. It was practically a wide treasure trove of different things sitting around that were all frantically vying for his attention from the light glinting off of their surfaces. He saw old human artifacts, appliances and furniture that would be perfect for his home if it was in a bit of a better state. His home was pretty damn barren at the moment, and he would've liked to grab something for himself from the wide variety of objects all around, but none of it was in the best state at the moment, so he made a mental note to keep this place in mind when he could return later and possibly try to clean some things up. In addition to that, he thought that maybe he could come and find some more jewelry to add to his rapidly expanding collection. He doubted the jewelry he could get from here would be very clean either, but it was always possible for him to clean things up with just a bit of water and some scrubbing.
He quickly shook his head to calm his many distracting thoughts before turning to the person who had attracted him to this place in the first place – Mayari. Wandering over to the large vehicle, he looked over the mobile home with slightly wide eyes. Gently pawing at the door without much effort, he glanced at the wild dog and rumbled softly as he flicked one of his ears to signal he was listening, instead of letting his thoughts wander once again, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Hello, Mayari... do you need some help getting into here? Cause I could try using my weight to help out, I guess..."[/glow] He glanced up at the home for a moment before nudging his shoulder against it with only a fraction of his force before speaking again, a soft chuckle leaving him as he rose a paw, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Worst comes to worst, I could try helping out by just melting the door off of its hinges, but I don't really have supreme control over my fire abilities right now... plus I don't really think you want this place to be wide open to the elements with no door..."[/glow] Obviously it wasn't really in the best shape at the moment anyways, but it would be harder to fix up with the door being wide open and turn off, meaning that any sort of bugs or various creatures – along with the elements such as the suffocating humidity and rain – could get inside quite easily and make things even more difficult.
Truth be told, he couldn't really see why Mayari couldn't just take up residence in one of the many houses around their main camp area, unless they were all taken somehow. He couldn't really imagine that they were all taken, considering how many of the small buildings were scattered about, and it wasn't as if Mayari had the same issues as Roy, where she had to worry about burning some building – or the swamp as a whole, really –down if she stayed in one of them. Still, he wasn't going to question her life decisions, especially since he didn't know her that well yet, and it wasn't as if deciding to live in this strange old human vehicle would be particularly dangerous to her health, as far as he could tell. The place didn't smell of disease or decay, just a little bit of trash, and he was sure with a bit of elbow grease Mayari could easily refine it into a nice enough place to stay, so he wouldn't go asking her about it... at least for now.
— Reggan