09-12-2019, 10:38 PM
The first one to arrive was Kamara, someone that Worm had become quite well acquainted with when she had first arrived. He found that he liked her and her honesty and her storied past as an immortal being, and had easily integrated her into his center group of well liked acquaintances. However, now, when she was speaking in such a disapproving tone to him, he found anger and vile raising in his throat, along with his hackles. His golden gave narrowed at Kamara for a moment, and he snarled, not at her, but at the male beneath his claws, his pae resting on Trojan's shoulders and his claws gently pressing down at the male's shoulder to draw some more blood. He didn't say anything beyond this undefined snarl, his tail lashing back and forth as he moved to nudge Moth's limp body forward, as if saying "worry about the girl, not this bastard". His head lowered to sniff at the blood still running from Trojan's wounds, and he felt more drool dripping from his mouth, an overwhelming desire to just go to town and start ripping further chunks out of the Pittian. Still, Kamara's disapproving tone played once again in his head, and his ears pinned back as he reluctantly pulled his head back, drool still dripping to the ground mixed with the blood splattered across his front.
The second one to arrive was Delilah, and it seemed that the blind female didn't realize that the situation had already been forcibly resolved. Still, that seemed to be enough to vaguely snap him out of it, and his golden gaze faded a bit as lucidity began to return to him. He blinked a couple of times, a sort of groggy haze coming over his head as he returned to his usual state. Shaking his head from side to side, he let out a pained little grunt before turning his attention back to Delilah. When he remembered what she had said, a dry chuckle left him and he rasped softly, his voice utterly wrecked as he spoke gruffly, "Del... Del, Moth and I are fine. Well... Moth isn't. She needs Selby to look her over, but the Pittian won't be an issue. He's passed out."The smell of the Pittian's blood still curled tantalizingly around his muzzle, tempting him considerably, but he steadfastly ignored it in favor of looking over at Kamara. He hesitated for a moment before barking out slowly, his head throbbing, "He... I... I don't know. And he isn't just some "boy", he's a filthy Pittian. Part of the group that's been nothing but trouble, and he attacked Moth. I dont regret what I did..." Even if I can't remember most of it... His mind helpfully added on, a frown coming to the hellhound's face as he rolled Trojan further away from Moth.
He then said as he turned back to the small audience, feeling the blood in his fur already beginning to dry over his front, "One of you... Delilah, Kamara, get Selby so he can see to Moth's injuries. I don't know what will happen to the Pittian... I guess that'll be up to Crow to decide." He knew what his still foggy mind wanted him to do. It wanted him to kill Trojan, tear him limb from limb, and then maybe invite Vathmos to partake with him in eating the bastard's flesh, but... that would be wrong. It was awful, and violent, and something he never would've thought of before, even when faced with the very worst of the worst. He didn't know why he was so damn eager to just cause Trojan as much suffering as he could inflict right now, but the urge was running through his veins, and he desperately needed somebody else to come and sort this all out before he was forced to give in.
The second one to arrive was Delilah, and it seemed that the blind female didn't realize that the situation had already been forcibly resolved. Still, that seemed to be enough to vaguely snap him out of it, and his golden gaze faded a bit as lucidity began to return to him. He blinked a couple of times, a sort of groggy haze coming over his head as he returned to his usual state. Shaking his head from side to side, he let out a pained little grunt before turning his attention back to Delilah. When he remembered what she had said, a dry chuckle left him and he rasped softly, his voice utterly wrecked as he spoke gruffly, "Del... Del, Moth and I are fine. Well... Moth isn't. She needs Selby to look her over, but the Pittian won't be an issue. He's passed out."The smell of the Pittian's blood still curled tantalizingly around his muzzle, tempting him considerably, but he steadfastly ignored it in favor of looking over at Kamara. He hesitated for a moment before barking out slowly, his head throbbing, "He... I... I don't know. And he isn't just some "boy", he's a filthy Pittian. Part of the group that's been nothing but trouble, and he attacked Moth. I dont regret what I did..." Even if I can't remember most of it... His mind helpfully added on, a frown coming to the hellhound's face as he rolled Trojan further away from Moth.
He then said as he turned back to the small audience, feeling the blood in his fur already beginning to dry over his front, "One of you... Delilah, Kamara, get Selby so he can see to Moth's injuries. I don't know what will happen to the Pittian... I guess that'll be up to Crow to decide." He knew what his still foggy mind wanted him to do. It wanted him to kill Trojan, tear him limb from limb, and then maybe invite Vathmos to partake with him in eating the bastard's flesh, but... that would be wrong. It was awful, and violent, and something he never would've thought of before, even when faced with the very worst of the worst. He didn't know why he was so damn eager to just cause Trojan as much suffering as he could inflict right now, but the urge was running through his veins, and he desperately needed somebody else to come and sort this all out before he was forced to give in.
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— Reggan