04-18-2020, 11:21 AM
☆ 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 —
Aurum could understand the desire of wanting to leave your family and trek out on your own, even if his reasons for doing so and Wondla's reasons for doing so weren't quite the same. The lion had left his home because of abuse, leaving under the guise of going to retrieve his lost brother, when really all he wanted was an escape. When he had first reached Tanglewood, he had hardly thought the dank and dirty swamp would represent the freedom he was so desperately searching for, but he had been wrong. Tanglewood had become more than just a desolate place that he was forced to stay for Poet. Now it was his home, and he wouldn't trade that feeling of being where he belonged for anything. There had been a couple of rough times, especially as of late with the whole MAMA incident, but the angel knew that he could move past anything, and come out stronger on the other side. He had done it when Poet had left, he had done it when he had lost his eye, and he would do it now. And the first step of that was getting outside the house again.
When he had emerged from his home that morning, he hadn't exactly been sure what his plan was. He had already done most of his duties in the recent week, so he decided to just let himself wander, large golden paws carrying the lion out into the swamp. It wasn't exactly uncommon to see Aurum wandering around on patrol quite often, so the cross crossing paths of the swamp and the traps lingering around had essentially become second nature to him. When he came across the scent of not only Alaric, but also someone unidentifiable, the proxy found his interest piqued. He leaped from one log to another, flapping his golden and red wings a little before he emerged to stand beside Alaric, the size difference between the lion and the tabby quite amusing at first glance. Sitting back on his haunches, Aurum just tilted his head to one side, looking Wondla over in curiosity. Alaric had already asked the important questions, and the angel didn't want to overwhelm the other, but he couldn't help feeling curious about the helmetlike structure around the other's head. Was it for protection, or just aesthetics?
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
#psychosocial.When he had emerged from his home that morning, he hadn't exactly been sure what his plan was. He had already done most of his duties in the recent week, so he decided to just let himself wander, large golden paws carrying the lion out into the swamp. It wasn't exactly uncommon to see Aurum wandering around on patrol quite often, so the cross crossing paths of the swamp and the traps lingering around had essentially become second nature to him. When he came across the scent of not only Alaric, but also someone unidentifiable, the proxy found his interest piqued. He leaped from one log to another, flapping his golden and red wings a little before he emerged to stand beside Alaric, the size difference between the lion and the tabby quite amusing at first glance. Sitting back on his haunches, Aurum just tilted his head to one side, looking Wondla over in curiosity. Alaric had already asked the important questions, and the angel didn't want to overwhelm the other, but he couldn't help feeling curious about the helmetlike structure around the other's head. Was it for protection, or just aesthetics?
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
— Reggan