you would name pale waves // wandering/joining

[wormwood.]

Of the many souls that Wormwood had met in his long life, there weren't many that he had met who didn't know how to do things such as walk properly. There were members who couldn't walk with all of their limbs due to injuries or being paralyzed or something along those lines, but never one that walked in such a way just because they simply didn't know how to do it properly. He had met children before that didn't quite know the true ways of the world outside their own little self contained bubbles – Roy was one quite prominent example, with the boy being so wildly different from everyone else when he had first shown up. Roy was still sort of the same way, but he had been adjusting to life within Tanglewood after Worm had adopted him, and was finally starting to learn more than just the inside of a lab or the words of a book. Wormwood supposed that he also could've had the same logic applied to him. After all, before he had arrived here, he had only known what it was like to be within his birth bones the Pride. However, he had been an adult at that point. He had been able to walk properly, and talk, and adapt more quickly to everything going on around him. He had been taught all of that within the time when he had been living in the pride with his Mother, Father, and Brother. However, it didn't seem as though this child had been taught anything of the sort, or at least not some quite vitally important things, like the proper way to walk.

When the guardsman heard soft and confused words carry over to his ears along the wind, he blinked in confusion before glancing around. He had been outside of his home more and more often lately, making sure to watch over Roy and also trying to stay away from being alone with his thoughts. He didn't want to think about all of the things that had been happening lately. The raid against the Pitt had been a good thing, but... the stench of death still seemed to fill his nostrils with every step he took through the territory, the visions of Leroy dead on the library floor still clinging to the insides of his eyelids. He couldn't stand to just be alone in his house, thinking of how others could possibly be feeling. How Crow could possibly be feeling. The lion gritted his teeth and stubbornly shook off his raging thoughts as he started towards the source of the soft and strange voice, blinking when he came upon The Child. He blinked at them in surprise for a moment, taking in the strange way they moved, and the way that they seemed unbothered by anything going on around them. Worry immediately came over the old guardsman, and he quickly moved to step in front of the Child, hoping to grab their attention, "Hey... hey there, little one. Are you alright? Is something wrong with your legs? We have healers here who can help you, if you need it." He didn't want to overwhelm them too quickly, even though he wanted to question the kid's name, or why he was already over the border of Tanglewood, with seemingly no regard for where the scent line was. Perhaps it needed to be refreshed?

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