10-04-2019, 09:31 PM
While Wormwood didn't know Moth's feelings exactly, he had definitely been worried about the female who was basically his little sister as of late. First off, she had her arms clawed to hell and back by Beck, she had gotten attacked by Roman, and she had also involuntarily shifted into her large jaguar form, a change that Worm had been both surprised and confused by. After all, his one form change had been caused by an outside threat, and while he didn't want to just assume that every transformation was a sign of some deeper evil, that was the only background knowledge that he had when it came to these kinds of shit. So, needless to say, he had been keeping kind of a close eye on the female ever since she had changed, not only to watch out for any violent tendencies, but also to make sure that she didn't get attacked again by anyone. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but he liked to think that he had a bit of a right to be paranoid, considering how many of the people that he cared about had recently been fucked over or had broken down. Hell, he had just lost Roy, somebody who he loved more than anyone else in the world. He wasn't about to lose Moth too. That would just... that would shatter him, at this point. He couldn't take it, and he wasn't going to let it fucking happen again, or else he was going have to go charging into the Pitt guns blazing to fuck them up, and that would more than likely inevitably end with him getting captured as well.
Which was why, when Moth emerged from her home while he was eating, her head down low and a look of exhaustion and sadness on her face as she practically raced along, away from their little town. As soon as he saw the state that she was in, a frown came to his face, and he got up quickly to his paws, his wings folding down against his spine as he quickly moved after her, his paw steps especially soft as he followed after her covertly, not wanting her to pick up on him just yet. After all, she didn't seem like she wanted anybody to see her in this state, and even if he wanted to give her privacy... he was her big brother. He couldn't leave her alone when she could possibly need his help. And after all, he knew better than anyone the feeling of inadequacy. Of being a failure to everybody that he was supposed to be there for. Hell, he still had nightmares telling him about just how he was going to end up with everybody around him dying because of him. Words spewing forth from a dying Poetking's mouth, admonishing him for failing not only him, but everyone else. The dream still plagued him, following him around like a dark cloud that made his every step heavier and made his heart sink. He couldn't have Moth in a state like he was, but even he wasn't truly sure how to help, if he couldn't even help himself.
Still, as soon as he saw the tears streaming from her eyes, his heart sank, and he sped up his step, intent on stopping her and asking what was wrong, or at the very least asking how he could help, but suddenly, she froze. When she gasped in pain, words sprang forth from him immediately, fear and worry in his voice as he moved to step in front of her, "Moth? Moth, what's wrong...? Moth, please answer me..." However, he got no words in response, the pain overwhelming her and making her fall to the ground. A gasp left Worm at this, and he moved forward to help, but suddenly the female was shifting yet again, her form shrinking and compressing inward. Worm instantly recoiled, a confused sound leaving his throat, before he realized what was happening. At first he thought that she was just reverting back to her old fox form, but... that wasn't it. Rather, now she was a small domestic feline, something he had seen many times before, but definitely wasn't used to Moth being. Because of this, he found himself staring in surprise for a long moment, his light blue gaze just staring down at her in her collapsed state before he was motivated into movement again, quickly rushing forward to wrap his arms around the very small feline, pulling her in close and mumbling quickly, pressing a paw against her forehead, "Moth... Moth, Moth, please wake up! Please wake up, Moth... what's wrong...?" Turning his head, the lion roared loudly back at the town, urgently needing some help, "SELBY! FUCKING HELL, SELBY GET OVER HERE!" He couldn't help the urgency in his voice, worried as hell that this transformation had actually injured Moth even further.
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Which was why, when Moth emerged from her home while he was eating, her head down low and a look of exhaustion and sadness on her face as she practically raced along, away from their little town. As soon as he saw the state that she was in, a frown came to his face, and he got up quickly to his paws, his wings folding down against his spine as he quickly moved after her, his paw steps especially soft as he followed after her covertly, not wanting her to pick up on him just yet. After all, she didn't seem like she wanted anybody to see her in this state, and even if he wanted to give her privacy... he was her big brother. He couldn't leave her alone when she could possibly need his help. And after all, he knew better than anyone the feeling of inadequacy. Of being a failure to everybody that he was supposed to be there for. Hell, he still had nightmares telling him about just how he was going to end up with everybody around him dying because of him. Words spewing forth from a dying Poetking's mouth, admonishing him for failing not only him, but everyone else. The dream still plagued him, following him around like a dark cloud that made his every step heavier and made his heart sink. He couldn't have Moth in a state like he was, but even he wasn't truly sure how to help, if he couldn't even help himself.
Still, as soon as he saw the tears streaming from her eyes, his heart sank, and he sped up his step, intent on stopping her and asking what was wrong, or at the very least asking how he could help, but suddenly, she froze. When she gasped in pain, words sprang forth from him immediately, fear and worry in his voice as he moved to step in front of her, "Moth? Moth, what's wrong...? Moth, please answer me..." However, he got no words in response, the pain overwhelming her and making her fall to the ground. A gasp left Worm at this, and he moved forward to help, but suddenly the female was shifting yet again, her form shrinking and compressing inward. Worm instantly recoiled, a confused sound leaving his throat, before he realized what was happening. At first he thought that she was just reverting back to her old fox form, but... that wasn't it. Rather, now she was a small domestic feline, something he had seen many times before, but definitely wasn't used to Moth being. Because of this, he found himself staring in surprise for a long moment, his light blue gaze just staring down at her in her collapsed state before he was motivated into movement again, quickly rushing forward to wrap his arms around the very small feline, pulling her in close and mumbling quickly, pressing a paw against her forehead, "Moth... Moth, Moth, please wake up! Please wake up, Moth... what's wrong...?" Turning his head, the lion roared loudly back at the town, urgently needing some help, "SELBY! FUCKING HELL, SELBY GET OVER HERE!" He couldn't help the urgency in his voice, worried as hell that this transformation had actually injured Moth even further.
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— Reggan