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[wormwood.]

Voices. Voices, so many. Voices, so many everywhere, with way too many faces for Worm's bloodlust addled mind to handle. First there was Delilah, seeming to understand his words and turning to go and grab Selby, who thankfully arrived on the scene after just a moment. The male wasn't lecturing him, instead choosing to focus on the clanmate in front of him that was injured. If he was more lucid at the moment, Worm probably would've outwardly expressed his thanks to Selby, but for now he just stepped back so that the medic had plenty of space to work. It wasn't long before the throng of voices was being thrown at him again, and the hellhound's ears pinned back as he heard the judgemental voice of Kamara, seeming to almost beg him to be the better man that he had been when she had met him, driven by the kind first impression he had given. The next to speak was Kiira, somebody that he didn't know well, but whom he still cared about  fair amount. When she started to speak, however, a low growl came up through his chest, echoing through the air in front of him as his teeth bared. She was speaking up about the Pittians as if they were equal to Tanglewood. It was ridiculousness. Sure, one day in the past Wormwood might've agreed with her, and tried to look at it from their side of things, but he had been hurt and scorned far too many times to believe that The Pitt actually had any good souls in it. He had thought Draekon was one of them, but clearly he had been wrong there.

The low growl continued through Worm's chest for a moment before he roughly shoved Roman's limp body forward, toward Kiira. He said gruffly, unaware of the fact that Moth was now awake, as her desperate words fell on dead grateful ears, "He attacked Moth. I have no interest in debating whether or not his life is worth anything, because he hurt one of our clanmates. She could've died if he had gotten off with her in his jaws. But if you really want to heal that, have fucking fun. Don't come running to me when the moment he's conscious, he tries to attack you too. But just know that I agree with Selby on this one. I would've thought you of all people, would understand that the Pitt isn't worth saving." His tail lashed from side to side behind him, and he offered Selby a bit of a nod. That was all he was going to say on the matter, especially considering that blood was still pumping insanely fast through him, drool still dripping from his jaws. Kamara, Kiira, and Moth all cut into him with an edge, showing him how wrong his actions had been, but he for the most part just ignored them, still feeling he was in the right. If the damn Pitt was going to attack members of Tanglewood, they deserved it when they suffered back in return.

The arrival of Roy, however, was what finally made Worm's view snap back into place. He hadn't seen his son approach the town ever before, usually preferring to stay hidden away from sight so that he didn't risk hurting anybody else – something that Wormwood found admirable, even if it showed what a hypocrite he was now. His jaws opened when Roy approached, a desperation softening his eyes as he tried to open his mouth to explain, but it seemed as though Roy was already hurt, the boy's eyes darkening when he saw the state that his father was in. The hellhound could only imagine what a spectacle he must've been, with both drool and blood dripping from between his fangs, blood splattering the front of his chest, and a glazed and wild look in his eyes, that was now settling with the arrival of so many others, and the fact that he couldn't indulge himself in killing and devouring the Mexican wolf. Roy had already turned and quickly walked off by the time that Wormwood stepped forward, and the older male felt pain fill him as soon as his child was gone, replaced by nothing but a cold spot in the air that gripped Worm's heart too tightly. He looked around at the rest of the group there, his eyes snapping from face to face around him, and eventually he decided that it was all too much. He couldn't even hope to return to complete normalcy when there were faces all around him, having moral arguments and struggling to make sure that everyone was okay. A soft distressed whimper left him as he stepped back, before he snapped lowly, "Selby... please make sure that Moth ends up okay. Please... thank you. Crow... Crow will know what to do with the Pittian. Or Leroy, or... I... I-I have to go."

The hellhound gritted his fangs and quickly turned around, his clawed paws frantically taking him off back into the swamp and forestland, disappearing between the heavily clumped trees as his chest rose and fell in a panic. Everything was still so hazy, and he could barely remember what he had done before suddenly everything had snapped into place, and everyone was yelling at each other or looking disapprovingly at him for just doing his job to protect the group. Letting out a heavy breath, he grew further and further away from the others and into the wilds surrounding them, his barbed thoughts the only things cutting through the clouds that hung over his head. Fuck Kamara, fuck Kiira. He had done the right thing. He hadn't just let Moth get taken off like so many others had been recently.

( wormwood is out !! )

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