[ PUTTING THE DOG TO SLEEP ❧ JOINING ]

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Tired. Exhausted, really, would be the most adequate word to describe Aurum after the holiday season. That wasn't to say that he hadn't had fun, or anything like that. He had enjoyed the company of his family and friends, the gift gala, and just generally feeling like himself for a while, instead of pushing himself to be a well oiled machine for Tanglewood. However, machine or not, Aurum was equally exhausted by the season's events. Rebuilding the tavern, attending the gala, exchanging gifts with others, just generally trying to be cheery and festive... it had been taxing for him, and that's why he had somewhat disappeared for a few days after his promotion. It felt a little silly, choosing to take a nice long rest in his house right after being made the second in command, but... it wasn't as if they had anything too terribly urgent going on. There hadn't been a Pittian attack in weeks, and for the most part the group seemed to be restricted by Goldie, which was definitely a positive for them. The tavern had been sufficiently cleaned the last time he had laid his eye on it, and while he still took a couple of morning patrols during his rest phase, there hadn't been a huge influx of joiners or anything. Still, eventually that all too familiar itch of restlessness had begun to creep up his spine, crawling up his wings and shifting beneath his feathers. The proxy had known that eventually he would have to get up, but he hadn't expected to want to move so soon... he wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse, to be honest. Still, before long he was up and out of bed, shaking off the last gripping strands of exhaustion as he moved out of his house, massive paws carrying him through the swampland that surrounded the town, deciding a patrol would be the sufficient way to reintroduce himself to the outside world again.

Before long, a strange and unfamiliar scent reached his nose, along with a mixture of familiar voices and one foreign. The new scent on the air smelled faintly of salt and the sea, but it wasn't the comforting and familiar scent of The Typhoon, something that caused him to frown slightly in confusion. He was so used to associating the pirates with the strong scent of salt in the air that it seemed almost baffling that there could be anyone else. Large golden paws and multicolored wings brought the proxy over to the scene before too long, and he took in those present – Snarl, Torren, Abathur, and a stranger. A stranger that had that scent clinging to her fur, although now he could tell that it was mixing unpleasantly with the scent of blood. He was glad to see that Abathur had apparently bandaged her up, but he still couldn't help the faint worry in his eyes as he came up beside the large spider, settling on his haunches. Most of the worry was for Adelaide, although a portion of it was also for Selby, and Moth. Both of them had been given warnings in the last meeting, yet they hadn't even shown up when one of them was needed... it was a bit upsetting to the male, but at least if Tanglewood lost the two, they would still have people like Delilah, and Abathur. Speaking of, the lion shot Abathur a bit of a disapproving look as the other talked about the gators within the swamp, a sigh leaving him as he looked to Adelaide, rumbling reassuringly, "Don't worry, for the most part the gators leave us alone as long as we leave them alone. And I haven't seen too many close to our main town in my entire time living here, if that makes you feel better." Upon hearing Abathur's next question, the male's ears perked up curiously, fascinated to find out what the newcomer's name would be. He had missed where the hell she had come from, so perhaps her name could shed some light on her backstory, as well as the strange aroma that so stubbornly surrounded her, faintly making his head hurt.

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