HYMN FOR THE BROS + sHP/HP Meeting

[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 —

Really, Aurum knew he should've known this was coming. He had been present when the decision had been made about Vathmos's exile, and had been a part in attempting to figure out what would happen after that incident. However, this still didn't make it sting any less when Leroy delivered the news to the group, the proxy pulling in a shaky inhale. Vathmos had been his best friend, and the first one whom he had ever become really close to within Tanglewood. To see her go, never to return... it felt like someone was stabbing him in the heart, pushing and twisting until everything just ached and ached. He kept his eyes down on the wooden floor of the library as he listened, giving a jerky little nod of his head in response to the news. He didn't want to get over emotional. Now wasn't the time for that. If he really wanted to see Vathmos in the future, it wasn't as if he couldn't go into the loner lands and seek her out. After all, Leroy hadn't outlawed him from that. She just wasn't allowed on Tanglewood territory anymore. His heart clenched painfully as he thought about that, remembering the conversations they had in the past, and how he had reassured her that Tanglewood could always be her new home. It looked like he had been a liar, even if he had never meant to be.

Aurum's attempts to stay silent and emotionless, however, were interrupted by the voices of both Feza and his sister, Moth. Raising his head a little bit, Aurum blinked at Feza for a moment before he mumbled, his voice hoarse and weak as he tried to explain, "S... Scarring an exiled person is just what it has always been, Feza. Trust me, I would've preferred an alternative as well, but... that is what happened." He let his fangs sink slightly into the inside of his cheek before he added onto Moth's words, his tail twitching anxiously behind him, "It does seem as though that is a bit of a light punishment, considering Snarl provoked Vathmos continuously and called her what is essentially a slur in hyena culture, but I'm not sure what else we could do, unless we exiled Snarl as well." He honestly couldn't tell whether or not Snarl especially cared about her rank or position within the group, but he had to imagine she did, somewhat. From what Vathmos had told him, hyenas were all about rank and their place in life.

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#psychosocial.