sweet eyes - 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 —

Nuzapa. It was an unusual name, for an unusual creature. However, Aurum didn't exactly have much room to speak, with his own name seemingly bearing no meaning at first glance. Perhaps Nuzapa's name held some deeper meaning in another language or in her own mind, just as his did. Either way, her odd way of speaking and moving somewhat put the angel at ease, not feeling like as much of a threat to him anymore. She was far from normal, that was for sure, but she hadn't exactly snatched anyone up either, which was definitely a plus. Her way of speaking was very basic, and Aurum had his doubts about how intelligent she really was, but that didn't mean much when it came to welcoming people in. After all, the lion had gotten his name from Ament, someone who couldn't even speaking in their usual civilized language. He had made close friends with those less intelligent, or intelligent in very different ways. It was simply the way of Tanglewood, which was slowly becoming more and more of a massive melting pot over time. They had people of all sorts of different creeds and backgrounds here, a fact that was only further emphasized by the arrival of Caustic on the scene.

Shifting a wing to Caustic in greeting, Aurum didn't take his eyes off of Nuzapa before speaking, a small smile curling on his muzzle, "Ah, well... hello there, Nuzapa. As everyone else said, you're entirely welcome to stay here in Tanglewood for as long as you like. We have a town for everyone to stay at, and plenty of people to interact with..." Things had grown a little slow as of late, but the proxy didn't entirely mind that. It was kind of a relief, honestly, not having to worry about as many things while he was still in a state of grief. He quickly ridded his mind of those thoughts for now, shoving them down deep beneath his ribs. He would have time for his worries and mourning later. For now, he just needed to focus on welcoming someone in. It was a task he had done so many times before, so he wasn't sure why it felt so hard now. Despite this, he managed to push through, mumbling as he shifted on his sturdy paws, "My name is Aurum. I'm the second in command around here, so if you have any issues, you can feel free to come talk to me. Hopefully you won't have any problems, though. We're all pretty friendly around here." Conflict was far from nonexistent within the group, but at least they weren't constantly at each other's throats, and it wasn't as if he had people banging on his door with their issues all too often.

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

#psychosocial.