MAKE ME FEEL HELPLESS && joining...?

[wormwood.]

Wormwood was no stranger to odd dreams. Perhaps he didn't have dreams that connected him to the spirits of beyond like Indie's did – although his dreams did connect him in a way to those beyond the grave, but his connections were more heavenly than dead – but he had certainly been having weirded and weirder dreams lately. Some of them so upsetting that he had taken to hiding himself away and not sleeping for days at a time just so that he wouldn't have to experience them again. It had been a hard process, and had even led to him once or twice hallucinating from sleep deprivation, but still, he had believed it better than having to experience the dark and twisted dreams with visions of blinding light and drowning tears that had haunted him even as he had wandered around during the day. It seemed as though Indie also let dreams control her life, but in a very different way to how Wormwood's had corrupted and changed his as of late. Her dreams guided her, while his sabotaged his waking hours. He wouldn't have really been sure what was better or worse – having visions of heaven and your dead and forgotten family screaming at you over your failures, or being confronted by old spirits that lured you off to unfamiliar places and then just disappeared off into nowhere. It wouldn't exactly be an easy choice to make, since both sounded pretty shitty.

The male had been out on one of his many patrols to keep himself awake as of late, when he heard soft voices nearby, ones that he didn't recognize. His ears perked up for a moment, before he headed towards the field that Indie now resided in, his large paws carrying him along before he found himself in front of the female. He didn't want to scare her, since he was in his winged lion form, by far his largest and most intimidating body. Well... his rotted hellhound body was also pretty damn intimidating and unpleasant to look at, but he didn't really want to welcome someone new in with his most hideous and scary form. Of course, that was if Indie actually was a new person, or somebody that was intending to join. At the moment she just seemed sort of... confused. She didn't seem aware of where she was or why she was there, and he wasn't even sure if she was aware that she had crossed any borders in her chase to hunt down the rotted male she had seen  in her dreams. Settling down in front of her, the male cleared his throat before rumbling softly to her, his head tilting to one side as he took all of her in, taking a deep breath to make sure that she didn't smell of the Pitt or anything like that, "Hello there, miss. Can I help you? You're on the territory of Tanglewood right now, in case you didn't know, and I was wondering if you had a specific purpose for being here." She really did just seem overwhelmingly frustrated and confused by what had just happened, with her canine subject turning tail and running off, which was why he felt the need to ask.

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]