MISERABLE MONDAYS | cocoon

[wormwood.]

Wormwood wasn't used to hearing such a tone of... concern, in Leroy's voice. Sure, he knew that the proxy was far from some soulless bastard, but usually the other could control his own emotions. He usually proved himself to be a steadying force in the entire group, which was probably why Crow had decided to make him proxy in the first place, along with his seniority. So to see the canine in such a state...? It was unsettling, to say the least. Still, Wormwood was pretty sure he could understand. Both Delilah and Leroy had been here for far longer than he had, and they seemed like two of the few remaining members from the old days. Worm couldn't imagine if one of his now friends – or makeshift family, rather – ended up injured or dying or anything like that. Well, he could imagine, but... he didn't like to think about it. Thankfully, it didn't seem that anything extremely serious was going on with Delilah. Of course, he could've been wrong, since he had never seen anything like the cocoon she was currently cooped up inside, but it didn't seem like anything was... wrong. It seemed as though Del was just sleeping, if the sounds coming from inside were anything to go by. This was hopefully just a little temporary... nest. Sort of like a butterfly's cocoon. It made Worm wonder if, when Delilah emerged, she would be any different than before... he hoped if it did happen, it would be just a physical change, and not a personality one.

Nodding along with what Indie said to Leroy, the guardsman rumbled as he looked at the cocoon currently wrapped tightly around Delilah's bright form, "Yeah, what Indie said. Nobody did this to her, we just... found her like this. It seems like it just developed. I'm pretty sure I can hear a heartbeat, and I definitely hear snoring when I listen to it, so... she's just resting, I guess." He was then startled when he heard Indie's authoritative voice directed at him. He blinked in surprise for a moment, certainly not used to the use of "mister Wormwood" when addressing him. He blinked at Indie's request for a moment before chuckling and nodding, saying as he moved to gently press his nose against the cocoon and lowered himself down beside it, stretching his wings out to the sides, "That's some good thinking, Indie. I can probably carry her pretty easily, unless that cocoon weighs much more than Del or something. It's a good thing it isn't like a Caterpillar's cocoon and didn't latch onto the nearby trees... as for friends and family... well, there's Ren and Flint. Ren is her boyfriend, as far as I know, and Flint is her kid. I'd guess they were at her house way out in the woods... perhaps they know what this is." He then gently motioned to Indie and Leroy to help him get Delilah safely up onto his back, not wanting to pierce the cocoon with his teeth or claw it while trying to pick it up.

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