MY WOUND / . JOINING

[wormwood.]

Well, wasn't this guy just goddamn charming? Wormwood could feel his frustration growing more and more with every word that Redsteel uttered, and dug his claws into the squishy earth beneath him before he took a deep breath in, telling himself to calm down. Despite the abrasive way that Redsteel spoke – Worm found himself frowning at the fact that this newcomer asked to become Red, knowing it would be confusing since they already had a Red here – there was no real malice behind his words, except for maybe towards the territory that Tanglewood inhabited. That was the only thing that got the guardsman to settle, his wings shifting upon his back as he rumbled softly, his ears pinned back as he flicked his paw to clear some of the mud that clung to his fur, "It's best not to tell somebody's whose territory you're on to fuck off, just an fyi. And I was worried about you actually burning shit because I thought that you could do something like this." He held a paw out in front of him, the paw being enveloped in bright red flames for a moment before he snuffed it back out, settling the pads of his feet back against the ground beneath him. Despite the strong power that fire elementals had, they weren't exactly the most uncommon powers in the entire world, and Wormwood wasn't exactly crazy for worrying that perhaps Redsteel had intent behind his words. It wasn't like such a thing hadn't happened before. Not to Tanglewood, but by Crow directly against the Pitt.

He then shook his head from side to side, rumbling as he flapped his wings a little to settle on top of a nearby log, in order to make sure that he wouldn't get his legs any more caked in mud than they already were, "I personally don't know why we decided this would be our territory, you'd have to ask Beck, as far as I know he's the one who settled us here, but... trust me, you grow use to it, at least. As far as whatever dog you're looking for, no. I haven't met or seen anybody like that, as far as I know. We got a few dogs around here, but most of them don't have wings, and they don't get all ice blocky..." Worm glanced down at the muck beneath him for a moment, trying to figure out if he had seen anybody of that nature and not able to come up with anything. They had plenty of dogs in the group, including himself when he was in his hellhound form, but none of them exactly fit the description that Redsteel had given him. He then said, glancing back towards their main little town and wondering if perhaps there was someone around that he just hadn't met yet... it was unlikely, but it could be true, "As for looking for a place away from the mud... well, this place is Tanglewood, and we've got a town in that direction, so you could either join us or visit for a little while. I should warn you though, we've already got a Red in the group, so some people might get confused."

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]