THE WRONG ENDS BY THE WRONG MEANS ⁠— appearance

[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 —

Screaming. The sound of it slammed against his eardrums and made his heart sink, his head swimming with all the possibilities of what possibly could be shouting with such intensity, and why. It only seemed to reflect a sense of agony, and that alone was enough to draw the proxy toward the crater, his paws giving way to the flap of his massive wings as he frantically made his way over. Whoever... whatever that was crawling out of the crater... not only was it potentially dangerous, but it was obviously anguished as well. The lion wanted to get close, if only so that he could pull her into his chest and reassure her that everything was alright, and that Tanglewood was not a place that would bring her more agony. This urge was strong, almost overpowering. He wasn't sure if it was just because he was a parent, or because of something else, but he still resisted it. He didn't want to embarass himself, especially if she ended up being some kind of threat bent on hurting them. After all, he had others to protect. He couldn't go hugging the new plant monster until she wrapped her vines around his neck.

When he finally arrived on the scene with the creature, Ryder, and Caustic, Aurum found that his sense of worry and confusion was soon gone. However, it was rapidly replaced with a sense of rage. Yet again, Caustic was dehumanizing someone, his delighted and slimy voice referring to this obviously unwell newcomer as a specimen. Unable to keep his anger from bubbling forth, Aurum moved forward, opening his jaws and attempting to clamp them down forcefully on Caustic's tail, in order to forcibly drag the wolf backwards and away from Quiet. Whether he was successful or not, the angel hissed lowly at the canine, seething, "What the fuck is your problem? She's not a specimen, you sniveling garbage heap." He no longer felt any regret or guilt in reprimanding the scientist, since it only became more and more clear by the day that the canine was making no efforts to improve himself. All he cared about was his title and his experiments, and considering there were actual people within Tanglewood worth worrying about, Aurum often found himself getting more than a little pissed.

Once he felt satisfied with that, he stepped out in front of both Caustic and Ryder, stretching a paw out to Quiet before he spoke softly, "Hello there... are you okay? If you're injured, we can help you. Even if you aren't, we can help you. Give you a place to stay, if you need it. Food, water..." He truly wasn't sure what to think of a creature that had emerged from the crater that was so widely feared, but he wasn't about to shun her. Even if she ended up attacking him, he could deal with that. After all, she may have been unusual and maybe had some tricks up her sleeve, but he had the power of fire on his side. And last he had checked, plants and fire didn't exactly mesh well.

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

#psychosocial.