|| Wurmlet ||
vacant ● vague ● vexing
ID
pronouns origin original form biome boundary size height |
ID
pronouns origin original form biome boundary size height |
This esk is open to new: Acquaintances - ✔ Friends - ✔ Enemies - ✘ |
Wurmlet can often be found wandering aimlessly around the forests, occasionally screaming and throwing rocks at birds or sitting in a comfy spot staring at the sky. Or the ground. Or a tree. Or a rock. He's not picky.
Wurmlet is not warm or polite to other esk, he is mostly interested in either playing with them, following them to see where they're going, or annoying them to the absolute best of his ability (he's not very good at it, bless him, but he tries). His general answer to conversation is to stare blankly until the other esk does something more interesting (his general answer to most things is to stare blankly). If he's in a communicative mood he might give monosyllable answers or very short sentences. "Ok" is his most used word, it can be applied to just about anything and Wurmlet finds that extremely convenient. It can also be repeated over and over to the annoyance of other esk, which he also thinks is very fun. His current record is 16 "Ok" responses to a conversation before the other esk got fed up with him and left. In short, you're never going to get a real conversation with him about anything of substance, his tiny little mind can't handle it. It's nearly impossible to intimidate him, Wurmlet just doesn't find other esk that impressive compared to Wurm's oddities. He is easily manipulated however and would believe most things told to him. It's highly questionable if he'd remember it later on, but in the moment he'd believe it. |
This esk is available: ✔ - To be drawn in your art ↪ (✔ Conservatory | ✔ interactions | ✔ Out of Biome) ✔ - For written stories ↪ (please ask first!) ✘ - As a creator |
❲ ABOUT ❳
Wurmlet is a happy little fellow with giant, staring eyes that really make you wonder if there's anything going on in there (spoiler: generally not). He's quite content in his esk life; nothing can eat him or hurt him, he's got several friends and family members to visit and play with, and his singular brain cell never leads him to overthink things. Life's pretty good.
That said, Wurmlet does have some definite goals in his life. 1: He wants to grow bigger; he's never really figured out what sort of food esk are supposed to eat so he assumes that's why it hasn't happened yet. 2: He loves the glowing magic he often sees on other esk, and desperately wants some for himself. When he asked Arwyn how she got hers, she told him it just happened when she wished hard enough. So Wurmlet often spends hours wishing very hard for his magic to arrive. This is entirely separate from the other occasions where he plants himself in one spot and stares straight ahead; he picked up that habit from Wurm who likes to contemplate and think for long periods of time. He, however, has a completely empty mind when he does it as he thinks the entire point of the exercise is to sit and stare at something. |
❲ ORIGINS ❳ Birds. Birds. Is there anything quite as evil, as horrible, as a bird? Wurmlet doesn't think so. Long ago when he was just a little millipede munching on a leaf and minding his own business, a giant bird pounced on him and tried to eat him. Wurm saw what happened and came to save him, but the bird was startled and tried to fly away! But then Wurm snatched it right out of the air and freed him!!! Wurmlet was heroically saved and transformed that day by the best esk ever, Wurm. And that is Wurmlet's story, according to him.
What he doesn't talk about is the grinding pain of a sharp beak cutting into his flailing body, of legs being crushed in the jaws of a merciless predator, of the terror of the ground being far, far away. The alien fear of falling, falling, falling so far down and the blinding impact of being smashed into the earth. The panic, the confusion, the attempts to curl up to protect himself but being unable to due to his broken body. The long march of the sun across the sky as he lay in a dangerously open area; legs twitching intermittently, trying to move him to a safe hiding spot. The blanket of darkness falling. A sudden red light as his body is brought into the air yet again, the acceptance of his imminent death...and finding, instead, salvation. Wurmlet doesn't talk about these things. He doesn't even think them. They don't matter. |
❲ BOUNDARY ❳
Wurmlet has a vague understanding that a large section of forest is where he feels most 'right'. It's a small difference however, and not one that he finds important. Most of the time he forgets its a thing until he happens to wander back in and is surprised by the little tug on his spirit that welcomes him home. Sometimes he just turns right around and leaves again, because honestly, that's kinda weird.
Perhaps one day when he has finally achieved the glowing magic he admires so much on others, he will sense that he is strongest there, and can wield it most effectively. Probably not, though. |
Wurm His creator: the coolest, the strongest, the smartest esk ever. Wurmlet idolizes them with his whole being and secretly hopes to be as big as they are one day. He is perfectly happy to be carried around by Wurm at random, and just as happy to look when they've found something interesting they want to show him. He doesn't at all understand why this random thing is something they like, but it is enough that Wurm thinks so and thus Wurmlet will believe it is the best thing ever with all his might. |
|