08-28-2019, 10:13 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]
The smell of decay was something that Worm had become well acquainted with, not just because of his long history of dealing with death back in the pride he had come from, but also because it seemed as though death and sadness were all that were following Tanglewood around like shadows now. It was a hard truth for him – and he was sure many others – to swallow, but he had somewhat learned to deal with it. All that he could do was continue to fight against the darkness that threatened to swallow him up every day now, and he had dedicated himself to protecting Tanglewood and it's members at all costs, even if he had to sacrifice his own life to achieve it. Which was why, when he came upon this tragic scene, he was filled with guilt, and pain, and sheer untenable anger. It was clear that Crow and Selby were suffering, both from the words that were pouring freely from Selby's mouth, and what certainly wasn't leaving the mouth of Crow, the leader seeming utterly frozen as he stared at the corpse that had permeated the entire junkyard with the smell of death and decay. Wormwood didn't personally know Pastel in the past, nor did he know why Crow and Selby were panicking so much in particular over her death, but he was in no position to question it. Rather, his job now was to gather up the pieces of what remained of the leader and the medic before him.
Gritting his shape teeth to stop the utter rage that was bubbling like lava from his veings from pouring out unfiltered, the lion slowly moved over and inspected the scene slowly. His eyes lingered for only a moment on Pastel's now motionless body, before his gaze moved over to the eye that had been clenched in a raven's sharp beak. As soon as he saw the J that was carved deeply in Pastel's flank, the magma finally broke the barrier, his anger manifesting itself in a death rattle roar of anguish and fury, one that echoed throughout the trees and scattered even more crows into the air above them. His claws dug into the junkyard dirt beneath him as he fumed, words leaving his mouth before his brain even had a chance to catch up or even vaguely think of holding anything back, [glow=black,1,400]"That BASTARD! I swear to every god in the sky, Jervis is going to fucking pay for everything that he's done to everyone here. Especially for this, you mark my words. I am going to tear him limb from limb. I'm going to rip his head off, and pierce it on a pile just like that fucker thinks is so goddamn fashionable to have outside his territory."[/glow] As quickly as it had come out in rippling wrath, the anger was gone, replaced with a sense of horrible emptiness that clawed it's way through every limb in his body, through his limbs and up through his throat. Tears of rage and pain burned his eyes, but he shook his head to scatter them also immediately, his attention then turning to Selby and Crow.
He decided to address Selby first, since Selby – although obviously not okay – was somewhat more present than Crow was, and he was actually searching for something to do with himself. Taking a deep breath, the lion turned toward the medic and said as he glanced around, his ears pinning down against his head as he thought about what to do next, [glow=black,1,400]"Deep breaths, Selby. I... I know this must be traumatizing. It's obvious that this girl meant a lot to you and Crow, but theres nothing that we can do now, other than just try and make it so that she can be buried respectfully... obviously that's not going to happen here, so we'll need to transport her somehow. I can go get a blanket in a moment that we can put her on so that she doesn't... you know, alright? You just... you just stay here. Or.. or you can come with me if you want to. If you don't want to be around this..."[/glow] In the back of his mind, all that Wormwood could think of was when he had come upon Judith's mangled body, murdered by Poet and left in his home to rot. He remembered the sheer panic and pain that had gripped him – the way that it felt like his heart had been ripped out and shredded by Poet's very own claws. He couldn't even begin to imagine how Crow and Selby's hearts were doing right now, with a family member that they actually cared about, as opposed to his relationship with Judith.
Turning to go and get a blanket to wrap Pastel up in, he walked over to where Crow was and hesitated, having never seen the leader in such a state before. He stared at the other for a long moment before he reached out to gently touch at Crow's shoulder past Moth's form, whispering in a soft and pained voice that he couldn't even begin to try and hide, [glow=black,1,400]"Crow... Crow, I'm so sorry for your loss. But you need to snap out of this. This isn't good for you, and you can't just lay here and stare out at nothingness. All you'll do is fall apart... I'm gonna go get Leroy."[/glow] He knew that Crow and Leroy had been hanging out a lot more recently, and it was the first thing that popped into his mind when he was trying to figure out what to do. Looking at Moth, he gave her a nod and said softly, [glow=black,1,400]"You... you just stay with them for me, alright? Make sure that nothing... really really bad happens, to either of them. I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise."[/glow] He touched his nose gently to Moth's ear in an almost familial way before he turned and spread his wings, leaping up into the air and soaring his way toward the camp, knowing that was his best bet to both find a blanket and get Leroy for Crow's sake.
Coming to land just inside of the camp, he raced into his home and quickly grabbed the largest and sturdiest blanket he could find in his jaws, before he let his paws take him exceptionally quickly towards where he could detect Leroy's scent. As soon as he saw the canine, he said in a vaguely panicked voice, although he seemed as though he was somewhat keeping it together, even if it was just for the sake of the grieving brother and father that he needed to get back to as fast as possible, [glow=black,1,400]"Leroy! Leroy, I need you to come with me to the junkyard as soon as possible. Crow and Selby... they're not okay. Someone is dead, somebody close to them, and Crow is completely zoned out, and I thought you could help, and just... please come, alright?"[/glow] He didn't wait even a moment for a response from the proxy before he began to race back towards the graveyard, occasionally leaping back up into the air to glide for a bit before his large paws thudded back against the ground. Before long, the three that had been there before came back into view, and he felt like he was going to collapse as he returned to Selby's side.
Practically collapsing before the medic, he let the blanket fall from his jaws and didn't say anything, just laying there and panting for a few moments. He didn't bother to say anything to Selby, knowing full well that the leader's son would get into action once he wasn't in a state of shock and panic, not to mention the fact that the lion was just too breathless to get his points across. Fire and fury was still burning out his insides as he closed his eyes, a shuddering breath leaving him as the smell of decay reminded him of why he was in such a panic. He mumbled softly to the dirt as he laid there, his wings lying limply against the ground from the amount of work they had been put under in such a short time, which certainly wasn't a usual thing, [glow=black,1,400]"Fuck... fuck! Damn it... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry Selby, I'm sorry Crow... I should've been here to protect this girl. I should've been out patrolling or something. I should've been there to stop Jervis. I'm so sorry..."[/glow] It all came out in one pained wave, tears once again stinging the former prince's eyes.
( [member=1538]leroy[/member], since Worm went running to him )
Gritting his shape teeth to stop the utter rage that was bubbling like lava from his veings from pouring out unfiltered, the lion slowly moved over and inspected the scene slowly. His eyes lingered for only a moment on Pastel's now motionless body, before his gaze moved over to the eye that had been clenched in a raven's sharp beak. As soon as he saw the J that was carved deeply in Pastel's flank, the magma finally broke the barrier, his anger manifesting itself in a death rattle roar of anguish and fury, one that echoed throughout the trees and scattered even more crows into the air above them. His claws dug into the junkyard dirt beneath him as he fumed, words leaving his mouth before his brain even had a chance to catch up or even vaguely think of holding anything back, [glow=black,1,400]"That BASTARD! I swear to every god in the sky, Jervis is going to fucking pay for everything that he's done to everyone here. Especially for this, you mark my words. I am going to tear him limb from limb. I'm going to rip his head off, and pierce it on a pile just like that fucker thinks is so goddamn fashionable to have outside his territory."[/glow] As quickly as it had come out in rippling wrath, the anger was gone, replaced with a sense of horrible emptiness that clawed it's way through every limb in his body, through his limbs and up through his throat. Tears of rage and pain burned his eyes, but he shook his head to scatter them also immediately, his attention then turning to Selby and Crow.
He decided to address Selby first, since Selby – although obviously not okay – was somewhat more present than Crow was, and he was actually searching for something to do with himself. Taking a deep breath, the lion turned toward the medic and said as he glanced around, his ears pinning down against his head as he thought about what to do next, [glow=black,1,400]"Deep breaths, Selby. I... I know this must be traumatizing. It's obvious that this girl meant a lot to you and Crow, but theres nothing that we can do now, other than just try and make it so that she can be buried respectfully... obviously that's not going to happen here, so we'll need to transport her somehow. I can go get a blanket in a moment that we can put her on so that she doesn't... you know, alright? You just... you just stay here. Or.. or you can come with me if you want to. If you don't want to be around this..."[/glow] In the back of his mind, all that Wormwood could think of was when he had come upon Judith's mangled body, murdered by Poet and left in his home to rot. He remembered the sheer panic and pain that had gripped him – the way that it felt like his heart had been ripped out and shredded by Poet's very own claws. He couldn't even begin to imagine how Crow and Selby's hearts were doing right now, with a family member that they actually cared about, as opposed to his relationship with Judith.
Turning to go and get a blanket to wrap Pastel up in, he walked over to where Crow was and hesitated, having never seen the leader in such a state before. He stared at the other for a long moment before he reached out to gently touch at Crow's shoulder past Moth's form, whispering in a soft and pained voice that he couldn't even begin to try and hide, [glow=black,1,400]"Crow... Crow, I'm so sorry for your loss. But you need to snap out of this. This isn't good for you, and you can't just lay here and stare out at nothingness. All you'll do is fall apart... I'm gonna go get Leroy."[/glow] He knew that Crow and Leroy had been hanging out a lot more recently, and it was the first thing that popped into his mind when he was trying to figure out what to do. Looking at Moth, he gave her a nod and said softly, [glow=black,1,400]"You... you just stay with them for me, alright? Make sure that nothing... really really bad happens, to either of them. I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise."[/glow] He touched his nose gently to Moth's ear in an almost familial way before he turned and spread his wings, leaping up into the air and soaring his way toward the camp, knowing that was his best bet to both find a blanket and get Leroy for Crow's sake.
Coming to land just inside of the camp, he raced into his home and quickly grabbed the largest and sturdiest blanket he could find in his jaws, before he let his paws take him exceptionally quickly towards where he could detect Leroy's scent. As soon as he saw the canine, he said in a vaguely panicked voice, although he seemed as though he was somewhat keeping it together, even if it was just for the sake of the grieving brother and father that he needed to get back to as fast as possible, [glow=black,1,400]"Leroy! Leroy, I need you to come with me to the junkyard as soon as possible. Crow and Selby... they're not okay. Someone is dead, somebody close to them, and Crow is completely zoned out, and I thought you could help, and just... please come, alright?"[/glow] He didn't wait even a moment for a response from the proxy before he began to race back towards the graveyard, occasionally leaping back up into the air to glide for a bit before his large paws thudded back against the ground. Before long, the three that had been there before came back into view, and he felt like he was going to collapse as he returned to Selby's side.
Practically collapsing before the medic, he let the blanket fall from his jaws and didn't say anything, just laying there and panting for a few moments. He didn't bother to say anything to Selby, knowing full well that the leader's son would get into action once he wasn't in a state of shock and panic, not to mention the fact that the lion was just too breathless to get his points across. Fire and fury was still burning out his insides as he closed his eyes, a shuddering breath leaving him as the smell of decay reminded him of why he was in such a panic. He mumbled softly to the dirt as he laid there, his wings lying limply against the ground from the amount of work they had been put under in such a short time, which certainly wasn't a usual thing, [glow=black,1,400]"Fuck... fuck! Damn it... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry Selby, I'm sorry Crow... I should've been here to protect this girl. I should've been out patrolling or something. I should've been there to stop Jervis. I'm so sorry..."[/glow] It all came out in one pained wave, tears once again stinging the former prince's eyes.
( [member=1538]leroy[/member], since Worm went running to him )
— Reggan