11-11-2019, 12:17 AM
i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck
with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest
Aurum couldn't say he didn't understand why Crowley might not have been feeling recent events as hard as the rest of them. After all, even though Crowley had been here for a little while, he had hardly been around as long as some of them, and hadn't really had a chance to get heavily involved in the war with the Pitt, or form a relationship with Leroy. Still, Aurum found himself almost envious when he glanced over at Crowley, noticing the way that the other didn't have the telltale signs of anxious exhaustion hanging over him like most of them – at least not for the same reasons. When the demon stepped up and mentioned that he hadn't been giving the markings much thought, the lion let out a deep rumbling chuckle before mumbling, stretching his wings out and carving out the last of the markings, "It is true that they haven't been used or updated much lately, but that doesn't mean that they're not useful – it just means that someone along the way forgot to keep using them. They're actually quite helpful. I mean, Beck's traps might be helpful as fuck to keep people out, but they've also caused a ton of trouble for those of us inside Tanglewood without the markings, too." Going out and mapping each and every one of Beck's traps that he could find had been arduous and more than a little annoying, but he felt like it was worth it, especially so he didn't have to deal with anything like when Moth had gotten trapped in one a while back. He then said, gently tapping a claw down against one of the markings for "bad water," a sigh leaving him, "Plus it's good to have stuff that can warn Tanglers of the inherent dangers of the swamp itself. Tanglewood might be a lot nicer than it was back when Beck first founded it from what I know, but that doesn't mean it's totally safe. And these things will be good for preventing people from getting snatched up by gators or something like that."
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— Reggan