09-14-2019, 11:27 PM
Too many voices had been something that had plagued Wormwood often lately, but it hadn't been because of voices in his head. He was no stranger to those voices, the ones that brutally reminded you of your past, slipping in every moment of cruelty, every trauma, and every embarrassment that all mixed together in one noxious concoction that filled you with nothing but negative emotions and panic. Worm had been well acquainted with them in the past, but he liked to think that he had slowly moved past those particular agonies. He no longer heard the voice of his father in his head, whispering softly to him about how he was an awful person, how he'd never be the son that Aethelwulf had hoped for, or Judith's voice reminding him of the awful attempt he had made on his brother's life. No, now instead of voices, there was an odd silence. A sharp silence mixed with loud static that ruled over his body and every lucid thought, crushing them and marking them as useless. That was what had happened oh so recently, when he had attacked Trojan at the border and nearly killed the invading Pittian, being so achingly close to committing the deed until eventually others arrived and made him pause in that course of action. Ultimately it hadn't meant anything, considering Beck had finished the job, but Wormwood liked to think he had made the right decision.
One very unfortunate thing that had happened as a result of his violent side taking over had been the fact that he had seen Roy running away from him. His son, the boy that he loved more than anything else in the world, running away from him because he was disgusted with what his father was doing, fearful of what he had become and what he represented. After that, Worm had gone into the woods and cooled himself off from the incident, although it hadn't exactly been in the most orthodox of ways. After the whole incident with the bear, Wormwood had just been relaxing within the town, keeping to himself, fearful that he would end up hurting somebody else that wasn't a Pittian who had already attacked one of his clanmates. The thought of viciously brutalizing one of the members of his family like he had done with Trojan made a shiver go up his spine, and he shook it off, deciding that he had quite enough of staying cooped up inside on his own. It left him far too much time to just stew in his thoughts, and that wasn't something he wanted to do right now. Not when everything was such an awful jumbled mess.
The hellhound had been moving slowly through the territory, still getting used to the fact that he only had half of his gaze available to him. He wanted to think that maybe eventually that would change, once he got back to his old lion form, but for some reason an odd sort of sick feeling came to him whenever he thought of that. He took in another slightly anxious breath as he put one clawed paw in front of the other, his gaze trained on the murky swamp floor beneath him. Before long, however, a familiar scent reached him, and he lifted his head in curiosity, looking around for his son with a searching gaze of both excitement and fear. Excitement because this could finally properly be an opportunity to be able to explain to Roy what had happened, and to convince him that his father wasn't just some bloodthirsty monster, but also fear. Fear because what if Roy didn't want to be his son anymore after seeing that? What if he accidentally hurt Roy somehow? Gritting his teeth, the male decided that he had to believe nothing like that would happen, if he were to ever approach Roy – or for that matter anyone – ever again. After all, Wormwood was a social creature. Without the other members of Tanglewood that he considered family, he would just end shriveling and dying, starved of the love and the kinship that they provided. Starved of others that he could help.
Moving towards the source of the scent, Worm eventually came upon Roy traveling through the woods, the formerly flaming tiger still thankfully not on fire. Another worry of the older hellhound had been that his little outburst set off Roy's flames yet again, but that didn't seem to be the case, and Worm felt a little proud warmth in his heart before he shook it off quickly, continuing his assessment of his son's wellbeing. It seemed like there was an odd new air about Roy, something that Wormwood couldn't quite put his claws on, but it seemed as though there was a faint sort of glow that surrounded the tiger. He wasn't aware of the horrifying memories that Roy had been forced to recall so recently, but he still felt like he needed to comfort Roy somehow. It felt like something was both wrong and right at the same time. Perhaps it could be attributed to the fact that he was still pretty fuzziheaded himself over everything that had happened recently, but he still urged himself forward, his hoarse voice beginning to speak, "Roy... ah, Roy, I'm so glad to see you again..."
His eyes trailed down the tiger's sides, and he was suddenly made aware of the stench of saltwater in the air, along with the fact that Roy was standing in front of him, wet and probably cold. Or perhaps not cold, since it didn't seem like he was shaking, but Wormwood was sure that the other would probably be freezing if it wasn't for the fact that Tanglewood was so humid at all times. This was one of the few times that Worm was glad for that, and he allowed himself only a moment of pause in his speech before continuing, "I'm glad you're okay... I wasnt sure where you had run off to after what had happened... why are you all wet? Did something happen?" He couldn't help the concern that seeped through into every word he spoke, his ears pinning back a little as a single golden eye took note of everything on Roy's body. He took stock of everything, making sure that Roy hadn't been injured in the time they were apart. He had to admit that he was being a bit paranoid, but he couldn't help it. He felt so awful, and the thought of Roy running away from him only to end up hurt only filled him with more grief and guilt.
One very unfortunate thing that had happened as a result of his violent side taking over had been the fact that he had seen Roy running away from him. His son, the boy that he loved more than anything else in the world, running away from him because he was disgusted with what his father was doing, fearful of what he had become and what he represented. After that, Worm had gone into the woods and cooled himself off from the incident, although it hadn't exactly been in the most orthodox of ways. After the whole incident with the bear, Wormwood had just been relaxing within the town, keeping to himself, fearful that he would end up hurting somebody else that wasn't a Pittian who had already attacked one of his clanmates. The thought of viciously brutalizing one of the members of his family like he had done with Trojan made a shiver go up his spine, and he shook it off, deciding that he had quite enough of staying cooped up inside on his own. It left him far too much time to just stew in his thoughts, and that wasn't something he wanted to do right now. Not when everything was such an awful jumbled mess.
The hellhound had been moving slowly through the territory, still getting used to the fact that he only had half of his gaze available to him. He wanted to think that maybe eventually that would change, once he got back to his old lion form, but for some reason an odd sort of sick feeling came to him whenever he thought of that. He took in another slightly anxious breath as he put one clawed paw in front of the other, his gaze trained on the murky swamp floor beneath him. Before long, however, a familiar scent reached him, and he lifted his head in curiosity, looking around for his son with a searching gaze of both excitement and fear. Excitement because this could finally properly be an opportunity to be able to explain to Roy what had happened, and to convince him that his father wasn't just some bloodthirsty monster, but also fear. Fear because what if Roy didn't want to be his son anymore after seeing that? What if he accidentally hurt Roy somehow? Gritting his teeth, the male decided that he had to believe nothing like that would happen, if he were to ever approach Roy – or for that matter anyone – ever again. After all, Wormwood was a social creature. Without the other members of Tanglewood that he considered family, he would just end shriveling and dying, starved of the love and the kinship that they provided. Starved of others that he could help.
Moving towards the source of the scent, Worm eventually came upon Roy traveling through the woods, the formerly flaming tiger still thankfully not on fire. Another worry of the older hellhound had been that his little outburst set off Roy's flames yet again, but that didn't seem to be the case, and Worm felt a little proud warmth in his heart before he shook it off quickly, continuing his assessment of his son's wellbeing. It seemed like there was an odd new air about Roy, something that Wormwood couldn't quite put his claws on, but it seemed as though there was a faint sort of glow that surrounded the tiger. He wasn't aware of the horrifying memories that Roy had been forced to recall so recently, but he still felt like he needed to comfort Roy somehow. It felt like something was both wrong and right at the same time. Perhaps it could be attributed to the fact that he was still pretty fuzziheaded himself over everything that had happened recently, but he still urged himself forward, his hoarse voice beginning to speak, "Roy... ah, Roy, I'm so glad to see you again..."
His eyes trailed down the tiger's sides, and he was suddenly made aware of the stench of saltwater in the air, along with the fact that Roy was standing in front of him, wet and probably cold. Or perhaps not cold, since it didn't seem like he was shaking, but Wormwood was sure that the other would probably be freezing if it wasn't for the fact that Tanglewood was so humid at all times. This was one of the few times that Worm was glad for that, and he allowed himself only a moment of pause in his speech before continuing, "I'm glad you're okay... I wasnt sure where you had run off to after what had happened... why are you all wet? Did something happen?" He couldn't help the concern that seeped through into every word he spoke, his ears pinning back a little as a single golden eye took note of everything on Roy's body. He took stock of everything, making sure that Roy hadn't been injured in the time they were apart. He had to admit that he was being a bit paranoid, but he couldn't help it. He felt so awful, and the thought of Roy running away from him only to end up hurt only filled him with more grief and guilt.
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— Reggan