10-02-2019, 08:19 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Moth watched as the other spoke in fear, and her ears pinned to the back of her head quickly, the thought of someone as fearful as that bringing back memories to when she had first joined, and when she had first met Wormwood and his brother. She had been so frightened at that point in time, though she had also been so much smaller and fresh from leaving her family behind. When asked of what they were, the female was about to speak before closing her maw when Worm did so, listening to the words he spoke and simply nodding her head with them - he was correct, she was, currently, a jaguar, even if she didn't look like a conventional one.
"I'm not a canine," She would speak at last, "Used to be a vulpine which I guess is close, but haven't been a canine, and have no plans on being one." She had learned to like being the feline, even if it was a rather large one. The retractable claws and the flexibility was nice when maneuvering through the swampy forest of Tanglewood. When Olalla asked the question towards Worm about his wings, walking around the other and simply sitting on his side, Moth stood up, her feathers that circled around her head in a mane ruffling up in slight annoyance. "He has wings, yes, as do some others here. Speaking of 'here' though, I guess I'll ask the question again, what can we help you with? As although we know you're no threat and simply curious, you're still in Tanglewood territory, and are still a stranger to us." She didn't want another case of what happened to her happen again, didn't want someone on the territory that could be a threat, or that they didn't know.
"I'm not a canine," She would speak at last, "Used to be a vulpine which I guess is close, but haven't been a canine, and have no plans on being one." She had learned to like being the feline, even if it was a rather large one. The retractable claws and the flexibility was nice when maneuvering through the swampy forest of Tanglewood. When Olalla asked the question towards Worm about his wings, walking around the other and simply sitting on his side, Moth stood up, her feathers that circled around her head in a mane ruffling up in slight annoyance. "He has wings, yes, as do some others here. Speaking of 'here' though, I guess I'll ask the question again, what can we help you with? As although we know you're no threat and simply curious, you're still in Tanglewood territory, and are still a stranger to us." She didn't want another case of what happened to her happen again, didn't want someone on the territory that could be a threat, or that they didn't know.