08-29-2019, 05:51 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 was jolted from his sadness by the arrival of Perseus, and the hard words that the hound put forth without a hint of remorse. The lion instantly flinched, a defeated noise leaving him, before he slowly pushed himself to sit up. He looked over at the canine, seeming almost as if he were ready to snap, his muzzle opening and closing several times before he closed it, not wanting to make things worse. If he really wanted to tell Perseus off, he could do it on his own time, not when there were people mourning around him. Besides, even if the older male had been unnecessarily harsh in the moment – or at least what the former prince saw as unnecessarily harsh – he did have a point, which made Worm step back and look at things in a different light. Stopping his blubbering, he pulled his wings in closed and simply lowered his head in quiet contemplation and mourning, trying to empathize with Crow and Selby, since they had obviously suffered a massive loss on that day. Even if Wormwood hadn't known Pastel, anybody being murdered at the hands of another was wrong, and she was clearly a good person if Selby and Crow were mourning her death. That was enough for him to feel a deep sense of sorrow – the same feeling that had descended upon the small group in a wave.
When Selby spoke up, Worm's ears perked up and he looked over at the medic, a worried gleam coming to his eyes as he gave a mute nod. After a long moment, he rumbled softly to the younger male, his tail flicking from side to side, [glow=black,1,400]"Ah... I promise someone will, Selby."[/glow] He wasn't about to offer himself up for that job at the moment, since he was still incredibly worn out and had done quite enough to piss people off already, but he wanted to make sure that Selby knew the job would get done. Most of the time the lion considering the burying of a member to be a family job, but he could understand if Selby didn't want to do it, and Crow hardly seemed like he was in any state to do it either. Hell, Wormwood hadn't even been able to bury Judith when she died, despite their mutual relationship being near hatred. Even just looking at her corpse had sent him into hysterics, and eventually some npcs had to do it for him. A sigh left him at the thought, and he moved off to the side, lowering his head in respect and thought. Somebody could probably find a fruit tree around easily enough. Not within the swamp, but the surrounding forest had so many different trees he was sure one of them had to be a peaceful fruit tree suitable for Pastel's burial.
When Selby spoke up, Worm's ears perked up and he looked over at the medic, a worried gleam coming to his eyes as he gave a mute nod. After a long moment, he rumbled softly to the younger male, his tail flicking from side to side, [glow=black,1,400]"Ah... I promise someone will, Selby."[/glow] He wasn't about to offer himself up for that job at the moment, since he was still incredibly worn out and had done quite enough to piss people off already, but he wanted to make sure that Selby knew the job would get done. Most of the time the lion considering the burying of a member to be a family job, but he could understand if Selby didn't want to do it, and Crow hardly seemed like he was in any state to do it either. Hell, Wormwood hadn't even been able to bury Judith when she died, despite their mutual relationship being near hatred. Even just looking at her corpse had sent him into hysterics, and eventually some npcs had to do it for him. A sigh left him at the thought, and he moved off to the side, lowering his head in respect and thought. Somebody could probably find a fruit tree around easily enough. Not within the swamp, but the surrounding forest had so many different trees he was sure one of them had to be a peaceful fruit tree suitable for Pastel's burial.
— Reggan