STFD | Joining

[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 —

Disgust. Disgust and fear were the two feelings that struck Aurum when he smelled the scent coming from the border that day. It was like an animal rotting from the inside our, and it instilled a sense of fear within the proxy because he thought that perhaps someone else had died. After what had happened with Feza, Aurum was on high alert when it came to others injuring themselves, or their enemies coming after someone within their borders. He couldn't bear the thought of losing anymore friends or family. Just the thought of it was enough to make his stomach twist, and a sense of nausea to settle over him. Or perhaps that was just because of the horrid scent that was present on the air. Either way, he knew that he needed to be one of the first to get there, before one of the children came upon whatever was stinking up the swamp. Such a phrase was actually rather impressive, considering the swamp itself had enough of a stink to usually cover up such things. Was it multiple bodies? The thought only drove him faster, golden paws launching off of thick logs and sinking into muck before he could flick it from his form. He was in no mood to worry about his own appearance for the moment. It wasn't as if he couldn't just wash everything off when he got home.

It wasn't long before the angel eventually came upon Anti, relieved at the fact that the other wasn't some horrid corpse. However, the relief was rather shortlived. Whether it be the blood on the male's paws, the wound on his neck, the stench on his fur, or the knife balanced upon his paw, everything about him just screamed bad. It would've been enough to make the lion recoil, if it weren't for the fact that he needed to defend his home. Thankfully, he still towered over most with his powerful lion body, and it seemed as though Anti was no different, even if he had his own weapons to back himself up with. Aurum could feel the tension in his body grow more and more as he moved closer, his tail twitching anxiously behind him despite his best efforts to stop it from doing so. Part of him felt like just leaping forward and plunging his claws into this bastard already. After all, it wouldn't give Anti any time to pull any bullshit. However, Aurum knew that wasn't fair. Despite appearances, Anti could've been a perfectly good person who just ended up in a bad spot. There was no proof that he was here to hurt any of them. Not yet, anyways.

Standing up to his full height, Aurum cleared his throat before speaking, one blue eye focused intensely down on Anti, "Hello there... are you alright? You seem... injured." That was the best way that he could put it without slinging accusations, anyways. What else was one supposed to think when someone showed up with bloodstained paws? Despite his hesitation, the angel continued curtly, "You're also on the territory of Tangelwood, so it would be much appreciated if you could tell me your name and why you're here. And stop flashing a weapon around." His eyes focused on the knife for a moment before they refocused on Anti's face, gaze intense as if he was searching down to the male's very soul. He prayed that none of his children decided to come to this particular newcomer's aid. He couldn't stand it if any of them ended up injured because of the kind nature that he had instilled within them.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

#psychosocial.