08-27-2019, 12:18 AM
[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]
It seemed as though Worm and Noah had more in common than the lion usually shared with any new joiners, even if the former prince wasn't quite aware of it yet. He too had fallen into a state of deep pain and exhaustion – in fact, he had fallen into it rather recently – and he still felt vaguely dazed and upset, as tiredness clawed at every fiber of his being. In addition to that, he too had lost so many people, even just recently. First had been Arrow, then Beck and Sam had been taken away, and then Poet had left, and now Draekon was gone again, and Red was still missing. Everyone being taken away from him – with only some returning – had begun to steadily wear him down, and it was actually sort of impressive that he had emerged from his home to encounter Noah at the border, considering how much his body just wanted to crumple in on itself as he slept for hours and hours, until one day he would wake up and eventually everyone would finally be gone, like his worst fears. Still, he wasn't about to just neglect his duties as a member of the clan just because of the haze of depression that had clouded over him recently, and he was continuing to force himself out of the house, going out to hunt and search for joiners and everything else that needed to be done. He had even begun to collect herbs for the medics lately, after lots of late nights reading up on how to identify certain herbs.
He had been out on one of his short jaunts when a new scent had squirmed it's way up into his nose, making him pause in his tracks and look around. His blue eyes had been dull and vaguely glazed over as he had been walking through the territory, but now they were lit up with curiosity. Tail lashing behind him slowly, he lowered his head and glanced around before beginning to follow the smell, extremely glad that it wasn't the smell of a Pittian that was currently assaulting him. It didn't take long, and eventually he came upon Noah, his stomach twisting anxiety being slightly appeased when he saw that the male was just sitting comfortably a bit outside the border. He probably wouldn't be doing that if he were here to kill them all, so Worm chose to believe that it was either a joiner or an ally come with presents. Moving over to the smaller animal, Wormwood cleared his throat and stretched out his wings before speaking in a hoarse voice, wincing at the way that his throat sounded mangled and scratched from the inside, a result of him not talking as much recently as he usually did, [glow=black,1,400]"Hello there... I'm assuming you stopped because of the border line scent here... the swamp here is Tanglewood's territory? What's your name and business here?"[/glow]
The words that left him sounded so mechanical and tired that he couldn't stop himself from wincing, shaking his head at himself briefly. He didn't want to try and force himself to seem friendly and inviting, but deep down he knew that he wasn't acting like himself, and it wasn't fair to this new person. He inspected the joiner curiously and slowly, taking in the wild canine's form and the clear mutations that he carried upon his head in the form of his antlers. Worm actually found them to look quite appealing utop a wolf's head, even if it wasn't something that occurred naturally. They looked very fluffy, and quite useful if things came to blows in battle. Flicking an ear, he borderline forced a toothy smile, saying as he tilted his head to one side, [glow=black,1,400]"Erm, sorry. That sounded very cold... my name is Wormwood, I'm a member here. I'll be happy to help you out with whatever it is that you're looking for here at Tanglewood."[/glow] It made things hurt a little bit less, to be actually helping others again instead of just snarling at Feza or pacing around anxiously as he waited for the return of Red, an activity that still sort of confused him to no end. He and Red had butted heads quite frequently when the other had been safely in the group, but he still missed the gorilla dearly, and things such as welcoming joiners were the only things that were distracting him from the constant sense of fear for Red's wellbeing.
He had been out on one of his short jaunts when a new scent had squirmed it's way up into his nose, making him pause in his tracks and look around. His blue eyes had been dull and vaguely glazed over as he had been walking through the territory, but now they were lit up with curiosity. Tail lashing behind him slowly, he lowered his head and glanced around before beginning to follow the smell, extremely glad that it wasn't the smell of a Pittian that was currently assaulting him. It didn't take long, and eventually he came upon Noah, his stomach twisting anxiety being slightly appeased when he saw that the male was just sitting comfortably a bit outside the border. He probably wouldn't be doing that if he were here to kill them all, so Worm chose to believe that it was either a joiner or an ally come with presents. Moving over to the smaller animal, Wormwood cleared his throat and stretched out his wings before speaking in a hoarse voice, wincing at the way that his throat sounded mangled and scratched from the inside, a result of him not talking as much recently as he usually did, [glow=black,1,400]"Hello there... I'm assuming you stopped because of the border line scent here... the swamp here is Tanglewood's territory? What's your name and business here?"[/glow]
The words that left him sounded so mechanical and tired that he couldn't stop himself from wincing, shaking his head at himself briefly. He didn't want to try and force himself to seem friendly and inviting, but deep down he knew that he wasn't acting like himself, and it wasn't fair to this new person. He inspected the joiner curiously and slowly, taking in the wild canine's form and the clear mutations that he carried upon his head in the form of his antlers. Worm actually found them to look quite appealing utop a wolf's head, even if it wasn't something that occurred naturally. They looked very fluffy, and quite useful if things came to blows in battle. Flicking an ear, he borderline forced a toothy smile, saying as he tilted his head to one side, [glow=black,1,400]"Erm, sorry. That sounded very cold... my name is Wormwood, I'm a member here. I'll be happy to help you out with whatever it is that you're looking for here at Tanglewood."[/glow] It made things hurt a little bit less, to be actually helping others again instead of just snarling at Feza or pacing around anxiously as he waited for the return of Red, an activity that still sort of confused him to no end. He and Red had butted heads quite frequently when the other had been safely in the group, but he still missed the gorilla dearly, and things such as welcoming joiners were the only things that were distracting him from the constant sense of fear for Red's wellbeing.
— Reggan