It seemed as thought another large cat had arrived at the border of Tanglewood just in time for Wormwood to no longer be in his usual lion form – the form that had made it so exciting to welcome other large felines into the group because they made him think of his birthplace. Rather, now when he approached the newcomer at joiner – a leopard, it seemed, sharing a species with one of their members. Although Feza was a snow leopard, and was certainly more eye-bleedingly bright than this seemingly normal leopard – he came forward as his blue undead hellhound form, a semi-permanent smile or grimace on his face, depending on how you looked at it. He hoped that he didn't have too offputting of an aura in this new form, despite the fact it seemed vaguely supernatural and rotting, and certainly had an intimidating air about it. Kamara certainly seemed as though she wouldn't be the type to run off just at his unconventional appearance, but it still gave him a slight feeling of anxiety as he wandered over, his bone claws sinking into the wet earth of the edge of the swamp. His stomach recoiled slightly at the feeling of liquidy ground sinking beneath his paws and in between his claws, even when he should've been used to it.
He had been out on one of his usual long walks that used to be for exercising his injured legs but were now for growing accustomed to his new form, when he had come upon Kamara, and his curiosity had been piqued. She was sitting there quite calmly, and didn't seem as though she was presenting a threating front toward Tanglewood, which honestly always put him at ease these days, with the Pitt threats that lingered not that far away. Wandering over slowly, the hellhound settled back on his haunches and offered Kamara a calm golden gaze before speaking in his raspy voice, as if his very lungs were rotting from the inside out, "Hello there, miss. Can I help you out with whatever you're here at Tanglewood for? Joining, perhaps?" She seemed very passive, which usually indicated they were here to join, but he could've been mistaken. After all, she could've been like that merchant that arrived a while ago to sell his wares that Wormwood had bought a necklace from – for Draekon. The thought of the other male made his stomach roll, and he quickly shook his head to calm his thoughts, smiling at Kamara in the most friendly way he could manage.
He had been out on one of his usual long walks that used to be for exercising his injured legs but were now for growing accustomed to his new form, when he had come upon Kamara, and his curiosity had been piqued. She was sitting there quite calmly, and didn't seem as though she was presenting a threating front toward Tanglewood, which honestly always put him at ease these days, with the Pitt threats that lingered not that far away. Wandering over slowly, the hellhound settled back on his haunches and offered Kamara a calm golden gaze before speaking in his raspy voice, as if his very lungs were rotting from the inside out, "Hello there, miss. Can I help you out with whatever you're here at Tanglewood for? Joining, perhaps?" She seemed very passive, which usually indicated they were here to join, but he could've been mistaken. After all, she could've been like that merchant that arrived a while ago to sell his wares that Wormwood had bought a necklace from – for Draekon. The thought of the other male made his stomach roll, and he quickly shook his head to calm his thoughts, smiling at Kamara in the most friendly way he could manage.
[glow=black,2,300]YOUR CHANNEL IS UNREACHABLE[/glow]
— Reggan