MY WOUND / . JOINING

[wormwood.]

Worm wasn't exactly the type to just hate somebody right off the bat, and he certainly didn't hate Redsteel just from an unpleasant first impression of the other male. It just probably wouldn't color any future interactions between the two of them in a very positive light, at least not at first. When the other male spoke about how he had met mages and witches before, the lion snorted and rumbled as his tail flicked from side to side behind him, his head shaking from side to side, "Trust me, I don't doubt that I'm not the only "magician" you've met. I've met plenty of others that have the same powers as me. As for the whole fucking zombie thing, I'm not too worried. Trust me, been there, done that. It was pretty goddamn unpleasant." He grimaced a bit as he thought of his hellhound form, the grotesque and twisted "undead" looking body having been his personal hell before the male who had turned him into it had died at the hands of Red. If Redsteel tried to do anything like that? Well, Wormwood would probably kill him thanks to the fact that his desire to turn back into a different undead form was not high on his to do list. Just the thought of it made his claws sink down into the log beneath him, the wood splintering and peeling beneath his razor sharp claws.

The angel then realized that Redsteel... was right. He hadn't even thought to introduce himself, and he immediately felt a wave of shame at that fact. He was usually so good at about introducing himself and welcoming joiners into the group... still, Redsteel wasn't exactly like most of the friendly joiners that just trotted up and waited at the border for someone to come and bring them in with a warm smile. A sigh left the lion as he glanced towards camp before rumbling, his wings shifting upon his back and stretching out to the sides as he moved to pluck a few of his loose feathers and putting them aside, "I suppose that you're right that I havent introduced myself... my name is Wormwood, and I'm a guardsman here in Tanglewood. That would be why I was so hard on your words when you first showed up, since it's my entire job here to make sure that we're all safe." He considered for a moment telling Redsteel about the threats that had been showing up to their borders so often lately, but them decided against it. Just because Redsteel didn't smell of Pitt didn't mean that he wasn't some sort of spy or something like that, and Wormwood definitely wasn't about to risk that shit. He them rumbled, his head tilting to one side, "Speaking of which... should I be worried about this "Witch" that you're here looking for? Is he some sort of threat to our group, or are you just looking for him for funsies?"

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