bad ritual ─ return

[wormwood.]

☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —

This was far from the first time that Aurum had been greeted by hostility from someone else, both within Tanglewood and outside of his home group. Hell, he very much doubted that it would be the last either. However, it was the first time he had been told off by someone whom he had never met, who was bathing in a public area and pissed off that anyone else even dared to come close. Aurum felt his ears pin down flat against his skull as he heard Isaac's words, intent on returning the avian's vitriol twofold – he was not really in the mood to entertain his usual warm and merciful nature – but then Selby approached. The sawbone was, as almost always, just as calm and collected as usual, no doubt in a much better mood now that his girlfriend was home safe and sound once again. His tone put the proxy at ease within only a few moments, and he took a deep breath inwards before he spoke, his tail flicking with the last of his faint irritation behind him, "As Selby said, this is a public brook. If you wanted a nice private bath on your own, you could've taken some water back to your home. However, seeing as you were bathing in a public place and were splattered with someone's blood, it very much was my own business as the proxy of Tanglewood to see what was going on." His words didn't lack his usual warm and friendly tone, but they were much more stern than they usually were, put on edge by the aggression that had been demonstrated towards him.

Shifting his paws back away from the edge of the water, the angel then said gruffly as he eyed Selby, before his cold blue gave darted back over to Isaac, "Seeing as I now know what's going on, I'm glad to hear that the blood isn't yours... but it was well within my rights to ask." He watched as the remnants of the blood slowly drifted down the brook's length, giving the water an unpleasant pink color. He got up to his paws as he did so, intent on moving away and allowing Selby and Isaac to talk amongst themselves. Normally he would've been eager to introduce himself to anyone within Tanglewood he didn't already know, but Isaac had hardly made a great first impression.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM

#psychosocial.