10-23-2019, 09:54 PM
After Feza's little rant claiming that he had plans to kill her, Worm had, for the most part, tried to avoid Feza. Not only because it had stung like a son of a bitch to be accused of such awful things – it also brought to mind awful memories of his youth, and when he had tried to kill Poetking – but also because he didn't want her to freak out any further. Sure, he had shown up to her little costume event, but that had only been because he had figured that was something very neutral that wouldn't stir up any trouble between the two of them. Other than that? He had completely avoided going near her brightly colored home, or reacting at all to any of her many plans that she announced to the whole group. He had just stayed away, focusing on his guardsman duties and anything else he needed to do, including preparing for the coming battle with the Pitt. He hadn't snapped at all at Feza, but neither had he been overwhelmingly friendly with her, and the few times when she had tried to interact with him had mostly just been met with a cold, apathetic stare, and a few brief words – they were both guardsmen, after all. They needed to occasionally interact, at the very least. However, that didn't mean that Wormwood had to forgive her, or even really acknowledge what had happened. He had been violent once or twice in the past, but that had always been towards members of the Pitt – not Tanglers, who were like family to him. The thought that Feza had really thought for so long that he was just itching to sink his claws and teeth into her? It made Worm sick to his stomach, and it made him so angry.
Still, it wasn't as if he didn't sometimes pass by Feza's home, if only because it was on one of the routes that he took back from hunting trips. It had been one of the days where he had gone on a large hunting trip to help replenish the food stock, when he passed by Feza's home and heard her very confused seeming voice. He wanted to just continue onward, ignoring her entirely and getting his prey back to the main camp area, but... she sounded legitimately out of it, and the angel couldn't just continue on when a clanmate was in need. A heavy sigh left the lion as he put his catch down on the ground and padded back towards the snow leopard, looking like her regular self, save for looking perhaps a little bit battered. He wasn't aware of the boxes falling on her, but he could definitely tell that something had happened, particularly considering the odd state that her voice was in. She didn't seem to be speaking with her usual happy and high pitched tone, which was somewhat unsettling to her fellow guardsman as he looked her over. While she was claiming that she had been covered in paint or something like that, she looked completely like her usual self to him, and that only heightened his worry. Was she just joking around or something, or was she being entirely serious? If she was being serious, that would be even more of a red flag. Moving over to the snow leopard, Worm's tail flicked nervously from side to side behind him before he rumbled softly, his head tilting to one side as his wings shifted along his spine, "Feza? What are you talking about? You look the same as you always do. You don't have any paint on you..." His voice was still mostly monotone and cold, as it usually was nowadays when he was speaking to her, but it also held a bit of an overlay of worry.
Still, it wasn't as if he didn't sometimes pass by Feza's home, if only because it was on one of the routes that he took back from hunting trips. It had been one of the days where he had gone on a large hunting trip to help replenish the food stock, when he passed by Feza's home and heard her very confused seeming voice. He wanted to just continue onward, ignoring her entirely and getting his prey back to the main camp area, but... she sounded legitimately out of it, and the angel couldn't just continue on when a clanmate was in need. A heavy sigh left the lion as he put his catch down on the ground and padded back towards the snow leopard, looking like her regular self, save for looking perhaps a little bit battered. He wasn't aware of the boxes falling on her, but he could definitely tell that something had happened, particularly considering the odd state that her voice was in. She didn't seem to be speaking with her usual happy and high pitched tone, which was somewhat unsettling to her fellow guardsman as he looked her over. While she was claiming that she had been covered in paint or something like that, she looked completely like her usual self to him, and that only heightened his worry. Was she just joking around or something, or was she being entirely serious? If she was being serious, that would be even more of a red flag. Moving over to the snow leopard, Worm's tail flicked nervously from side to side behind him before he rumbled softly, his head tilting to one side as his wings shifted along his spine, "Feza? What are you talking about? You look the same as you always do. You don't have any paint on you..." His voice was still mostly monotone and cold, as it usually was nowadays when he was speaking to her, but it also held a bit of an overlay of worry.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan