I DIED IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT ☆ poet

[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 frowned immediately when he noticed how upset Poet got, silently scolding himself and slowly getting up to his paws. The larger lion slowly padded across so that he was beside his brother, laying beside him and pressing their sides gently together as he rumbled softly, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I'm sorry. I'm just saying that I have my reasons to worry about you. After all, if I didn't, I wouldn't have followed you here... well. There's several reasons I followed you here, but me being worried about you was definitely the biggest one."[/glow] He pressed in ever closer, sighing and shaking his head a little bit as he rested his chin on the ground again. All he really wanted right now was his brother here, with him, and it didn't matter if they were back with the pride, or here in the swamp.