07-29-2019, 12:24 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — [abbr=tanglewood, lion, 66 months, poetking's brother]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
Wormwood... well, he had somewhat missed Poetking, in the sense that you missed someone when you were worried about them. Sure, he didn't yet along with Poet always, and he even had some quite nasty feelings when things were really bad, but... he didn't hate Poet. If he hated the other, then he wouldn't have gone searching into the swamp after him, now would he?
When Poet approached, Wormwood let put something akin to a relieved sigh, and he slowly hopped down from the log, circling around his brother and looking him over for any injuries, or signs he had hurt himself during a spell. He was still slightly dazed by just how much he towered over the other, but he pushed that thought out of his mind, mumbling gruffly, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"You nearly had a spell last night? You better have been resting earlier, then! It's good to see you again too, but I was worried when you went and disappeared on me."[/glow] He flattened his ears and let out a huff through his nose, showing off his irritation.
He then said, letting his gaze wander around the swamp around them slowly, subconsciously shaking more of the mud off of his pelt and mane, [glow=#793B29,1,400][color=#793B29]"What is this place, anyways? A group... lives here?"
When Poet approached, Wormwood let put something akin to a relieved sigh, and he slowly hopped down from the log, circling around his brother and looking him over for any injuries, or signs he had hurt himself during a spell. He was still slightly dazed by just how much he towered over the other, but he pushed that thought out of his mind, mumbling gruffly, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"You nearly had a spell last night? You better have been resting earlier, then! It's good to see you again too, but I was worried when you went and disappeared on me."[/glow] He flattened his ears and let out a huff through his nose, showing off his irritation.
He then said, letting his gaze wander around the swamp around them slowly, subconsciously shaking more of the mud off of his pelt and mane, [glow=#793B29,1,400][color=#793B29]"What is this place, anyways? A group... lives here?"
— Reggan