SIX FEET OF DIRT WOULD LOOK GREAT ON YOU / piñata

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wormwood still couldn't really believe that Arrow was dead, or that she had died in front of him. If he had been asked personally, he definitely would've had Beck in front of Arrow when she died instead of him. Beck had more of a personal connection to Arrow than he ever had, and he honestly could've gone without the trauma that had come from seeing Arrow pass away so brutally right in front of him. Hell, he and Poet had a nice long cry after what had happened to Arrow, and while he felt slightly better now, he still got pretty upset when he thought of going to Arrow's funeral in just a little while. She was clearly incredibly important to the whole group... what was the funeral even going to be like, an unending cycle of misery as everyone in the group talked about what type of person Arrow had been, and why she had been so important?

Worm had been heading out to get some hunting done, when he heard a whistle that hurt his ears and several strong and angry thwacks, and both of these noises piqued his interest. Looking around, the lion slowly moved towards the noise and froze when he saw what Beck was enthusiastically swinging the stick at. Huh, that certainly did look... a hell of a lot like Crow, didn't it? And it didn't seem like just some sort of practical joke, given the way that Beck was snarling at the effigy in rage. Wormwood hesitated for a moment before sitting down and rumbling softly, his gaze up on the 'pinata' with an uneasy frown on his muzzle as he spoke, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Erm... Beck? Are you alright? You, uh, you don't seem like it, and it doesn't seem like stuffy Crow there is going to be alright either after this..."[/glow]

( sorry this kinda sucks it's mostly a tracking post )