09-12-2019, 11:44 PM
When Worm came upon the scene with Delilah and the gators, he was... well, horrified. Not because of what Delilah was doing, but because he was petrified that if pastel pink feline leaned forward just a little bit more, she would become easily snapped up by the gators that were eagerly climbing over each other for her snacks. He liked to believe that Delilah knew what she was doing, but he still couldn't help the deep sense of anxiety that ran through him as he approached slowly, eying the gators nervously. Not only did he not want Delilah to get eaten up by the reptilian beasts, but he certainly didn't want to get eaten either, so he kept a bit of a distance as he sat a bit to the side of and back of Delilah. He barked softly as he watched the gators, a small frown pulling at his muzzle as he anxiously scratched at the muddy ground beneath him, feeling like there was millions of butterflies in his chest scrambling to fly out, "Er, Delilah...? You're feeding the gators? You... you know how dangerous this is, right? I really don't want you getting pulled down and devoured by a bunch of angry and hungry gators..." One of the gators turned it's gaze to look at him a bit sharply before turning back towards Del, and he felt a soft grunt of anxiety leave him.
Deep down he knew that he could probably take on several of the gators at one, both with his flame elementals and his new strong hellhound form, but that didn't mean he particularly wanted to. Sure, a few of his clanmates even took gators down as prey to eat them, such as when Roy had done that very thing, but Wormwood had no desire himself to do that, and he also remembered the several times where others had been attacked by gators and ended up very wounded. He wasn't sure how much he particularly wanted Delilah to be encouraging the gators to stick around, considering how violent the feral beasts could be sometimes towards the Tanglewood members, but he supposed he didn't really have much of a leg to stand on there, given his various relationships with mostly feral members of both Tanglewood and other groups. After all, he was close friends with Ament and was the now father to Roy, who, while he wasn't entirely feral, still wasn't entirely as lucid as everybody else. He was getting better, but there was still a bit of a line there. A soft sigh left the hellhound as he watched Delilah and her feeding, feeling pretty nervous still as he looked at the fish she was telepathically shoving at the gators.
Deep down he knew that he could probably take on several of the gators at one, both with his flame elementals and his new strong hellhound form, but that didn't mean he particularly wanted to. Sure, a few of his clanmates even took gators down as prey to eat them, such as when Roy had done that very thing, but Wormwood had no desire himself to do that, and he also remembered the several times where others had been attacked by gators and ended up very wounded. He wasn't sure how much he particularly wanted Delilah to be encouraging the gators to stick around, considering how violent the feral beasts could be sometimes towards the Tanglewood members, but he supposed he didn't really have much of a leg to stand on there, given his various relationships with mostly feral members of both Tanglewood and other groups. After all, he was close friends with Ament and was the now father to Roy, who, while he wasn't entirely feral, still wasn't entirely as lucid as everybody else. He was getting better, but there was still a bit of a line there. A soft sigh left the hellhound as he watched Delilah and her feeding, feeling pretty nervous still as he looked at the fish she was telepathically shoving at the gators.
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— Reggan