10-13-2019, 12:16 AM
Wormwood couldn't help the exhaustion that was betrayed in his eyes as he moved forward to join the gathering of the group's, his footsteps slow and sluggish. Despite the delight that had come to him when he had discovered he was an angel, he had still gone many days before that without rest, not to mention the wounds that now littered his front as a result of Roy attacking him. His heart ached as he the light back to the brutal event, thinking back to the mixture of fear and confusion in the young tiger's eyes as he looked at Wormwood with no recognition, not recognizing him even a little bit. Worm had managed to get away before any serious damage had been done, but it still stung like hell just to think about, and it only fueled his rage towards the Pitt even more. Part of him wanted to just charge into the Pitt guns blazing, no planning or others involved, but he kept his breathing even as he approached the large group, his ears pinned down against his head. He moved over to where Moth was, tying a bandana around one of his large golden legs before rumbling at his sister figure, his tail twitching anxiously back and forth, "...Good luck, Moth."
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan