10-24-2019, 12:32 AM
When it came to the topic of Leroy, Wormwood also had extremely mixed feelings about the group's proxy. At first he hadn't thought much of the canine, not interacting much with him in the early days after he had first joined Tanglewood, and then everything with people getting kidnapped and the Pitt causing trouble and him being a "traitor" had overall soured the guardsman's opinion of the other for the longest time. Still, after Draekon had inevitably left him, and things had begun to return to a more peaceful state, Worm had relaxed and had given Leroy another chance, and while they still occasionally butted heads, and he still thought Leroy was a bit of a gruff dick, he knew that there was a good guy underneath all of that. After all, if there wasn't, then Crow wouldn't gave trusted the canine enough to make him his proxy. So, deep down, Wormwood knew that Leroy cared about all of them, and so, Worm cared about Leroy in return. The lion doubted that they would ever have a supremely close relationship, but that didn't mean that they couldn't be friends, and the news of Leroy's cancer had been just as devastating to him as they had been to anybody else – save perhaps Crow, of course. Ever since then, Wormwood had noticed a distinct lack of the proxy around the group's camp most of the time, and he had to say that he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Sure, he couldn't even imagine what Leroy must have been feeling after getting such terrible news, but... surely the other would want to revel in the life he had left, rather than hide away from it all?
Still, Wormwood may be the pushy type, but he wasn't about to drag Leroy kicking and screaming out into the real world, so he had just decided to let the proxy live as he wanted, greeting the other male kindly and warmly whenever the two of them were actually able to interact – which wasn't exactly often, these days. Worm knew nothing of the long history that Leroy had with the group, considering the fact that, while he had been here for a while now, Leroy had been here for far longer, and Worm hadn't been around for quite a lot of his antics, such as the whole chicken pot pie incident. He was sure he had heard some mumblings around about how the proxy absolutely could not cook to save his life, whenever the subject of cooking came up, but he always figured that others were exaggerating. After all, cooking was difficult, especially when working with only your paws, so who was he to judge? Sure, Worm was fairly sure he could make something better than the usual messes that Feza managed to produce whenever she chose to toss her hat in the culinary ring, but he doubted that he would make anything breathtaking, and he resolved that if Leroy ever wanted him to taste test something, then he would gladly volunteer with no complaints. Still, for the longest while, it seemed as though there was absolutely no chance of that happening, since the guardsman wasn't exactly sure how much cooking could be done from the inside of a house, slumped in a corner – at least that's where he assumed Leroy was. Truthfully, he wasn't exactly sure where the canine disappeared off to all the time, but he knew it was... somewhere within Tanglewood.
The library of the group was a place that Wormwood absolutely delighted in going to, not only because he had been a great fan of stories ever since he was a child, but also because he had learned shortly after adopting him that Roy enjoyed books as well. Ever since Roy had been taken, Worm had chosen to use some of the time distracting himself to go to the library, searching through aisle after aisle of books, old and new, for anything he thought that the young tiger would enjoy. It usually ended up with him taking home even more books that he thought he would enjoy as well, but that was neither here nor there. Needless to say, it wasn't exactly unusual to find Worm in the library between border patrols or training sessions, either wandering up and down the aisles or just laying comfortably with a book he just had to read immediately. So, the angel was in fact inside the building when Leroy came in. When he heard the door open and the creaking aound of another soil's footsteps, Worm had lifted his head and almost beamed with happiness when he had seen who it was. He was able to hold it back, but he wasn't able to hold back the warmth that spread through his chest, infinitely glad to see Leroy out and about somewhere, at the very least. After he got a hold of himself, Worm offered Leroy a little wave of his paw in hello, but the canine didn't notice, already off in one of the aisles on some mission that Worm very much didn't want to interrupt. So, the lion had just chuckled and turned back to the story that he had pulled down for himself, figuring that if Leroy wanted any sort of company or a discussion partner, he would actively seek someone out.
It was a while before Worm was once again broken from his reading reverie, his body jolting a little when he heard an abrupt thump against the wooden floors of the building. He lifted his head up and listened for a moment, but then swiftly wrote it off as someone dropping a book or something, and turned back to his tome. However, his attention was swiftly pulled away again when a soft and pathetic whine pierced the air, causing a frown to come to the angel's muzzle. He hesitated for a moment before closing the book he had, depositing it back on the shelf before he began to slowly search the aisles for the source of the strange noises. He didn't find then immediately, but was soon alerted when someone else did – Selby. He heard the medic's frantic call of the proxy's name, and immediately his heart sank, preparing himself for the worst. He took off towards Selby's voice, freezing when he came across the scene. Leroy was just laying there, prone and unmoving, his cheeks wet with tears, while Selby fretted uselessly, unable to do anything to help the grey canine. Worm felt both frustration and fear spread through him, and he wanted to snap at Selby to stop fucking acting like Leroy was about to die, but he was interrupted from his conflicting emotions by Selby desperately demanding that somebody get Crow. Worm hadn't even been thinking the faintest thought about the leader in the moment, but as soon as Selby said his name, Worm felt sick. Wormwood didn't know the full extent of Crow and Leroy's relationship, or if they even had one, but it was pretty clear that Crow trusted the canine enough to make him the next in line to be the leader of Tanglewood, and had known him for a long goddamn time. Just the thought of telling Crow something had finally gone wrong, so soon after Pastel's death as well? It made him sick to his stomach, but he found himself nodding and mumbling before he could truly think it through, "I'll... I'll go find him. You take care of Leroy." He tried his best to keep his voice steady and comforting as he turned around, immediately rushing out of the library and taking to the sky.
Not knowing exactly where Crow was at the moment, Worm made a few rounds around the main camp, calling out softly but loud enough to be heard, "Crow! Crow!" When he didn't hear an immediate response, the guardsman drove down and found himself at Crow's door, knocking a paw firmly against the entrance and rumbling loud enough to be heard through the wood, "Crow! You need to come with me to the library. It's Leroy. Something... happened." He tried to sound as unpanicked as possible, keeping his tone even as he waited for some kind of response. After what had happened in other high stress situations, he knew that he just needed to stay calm and get Crow to Leroy's side, because... ultimately there was nothing any of them could do, even Selby. It was either Leroy pulled and fought through, and survived, or he... didn't. Wormwood desperately, desperately hoped that it would be the former, but he also knew that he had to be prepared for this to be Leroy's final day – and be prepared for the devastated Crow and others that came afterwards.
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Still, Wormwood may be the pushy type, but he wasn't about to drag Leroy kicking and screaming out into the real world, so he had just decided to let the proxy live as he wanted, greeting the other male kindly and warmly whenever the two of them were actually able to interact – which wasn't exactly often, these days. Worm knew nothing of the long history that Leroy had with the group, considering the fact that, while he had been here for a while now, Leroy had been here for far longer, and Worm hadn't been around for quite a lot of his antics, such as the whole chicken pot pie incident. He was sure he had heard some mumblings around about how the proxy absolutely could not cook to save his life, whenever the subject of cooking came up, but he always figured that others were exaggerating. After all, cooking was difficult, especially when working with only your paws, so who was he to judge? Sure, Worm was fairly sure he could make something better than the usual messes that Feza managed to produce whenever she chose to toss her hat in the culinary ring, but he doubted that he would make anything breathtaking, and he resolved that if Leroy ever wanted him to taste test something, then he would gladly volunteer with no complaints. Still, for the longest while, it seemed as though there was absolutely no chance of that happening, since the guardsman wasn't exactly sure how much cooking could be done from the inside of a house, slumped in a corner – at least that's where he assumed Leroy was. Truthfully, he wasn't exactly sure where the canine disappeared off to all the time, but he knew it was... somewhere within Tanglewood.
The library of the group was a place that Wormwood absolutely delighted in going to, not only because he had been a great fan of stories ever since he was a child, but also because he had learned shortly after adopting him that Roy enjoyed books as well. Ever since Roy had been taken, Worm had chosen to use some of the time distracting himself to go to the library, searching through aisle after aisle of books, old and new, for anything he thought that the young tiger would enjoy. It usually ended up with him taking home even more books that he thought he would enjoy as well, but that was neither here nor there. Needless to say, it wasn't exactly unusual to find Worm in the library between border patrols or training sessions, either wandering up and down the aisles or just laying comfortably with a book he just had to read immediately. So, the angel was in fact inside the building when Leroy came in. When he heard the door open and the creaking aound of another soil's footsteps, Worm had lifted his head and almost beamed with happiness when he had seen who it was. He was able to hold it back, but he wasn't able to hold back the warmth that spread through his chest, infinitely glad to see Leroy out and about somewhere, at the very least. After he got a hold of himself, Worm offered Leroy a little wave of his paw in hello, but the canine didn't notice, already off in one of the aisles on some mission that Worm very much didn't want to interrupt. So, the lion had just chuckled and turned back to the story that he had pulled down for himself, figuring that if Leroy wanted any sort of company or a discussion partner, he would actively seek someone out.
It was a while before Worm was once again broken from his reading reverie, his body jolting a little when he heard an abrupt thump against the wooden floors of the building. He lifted his head up and listened for a moment, but then swiftly wrote it off as someone dropping a book or something, and turned back to his tome. However, his attention was swiftly pulled away again when a soft and pathetic whine pierced the air, causing a frown to come to the angel's muzzle. He hesitated for a moment before closing the book he had, depositing it back on the shelf before he began to slowly search the aisles for the source of the strange noises. He didn't find then immediately, but was soon alerted when someone else did – Selby. He heard the medic's frantic call of the proxy's name, and immediately his heart sank, preparing himself for the worst. He took off towards Selby's voice, freezing when he came across the scene. Leroy was just laying there, prone and unmoving, his cheeks wet with tears, while Selby fretted uselessly, unable to do anything to help the grey canine. Worm felt both frustration and fear spread through him, and he wanted to snap at Selby to stop fucking acting like Leroy was about to die, but he was interrupted from his conflicting emotions by Selby desperately demanding that somebody get Crow. Worm hadn't even been thinking the faintest thought about the leader in the moment, but as soon as Selby said his name, Worm felt sick. Wormwood didn't know the full extent of Crow and Leroy's relationship, or if they even had one, but it was pretty clear that Crow trusted the canine enough to make him the next in line to be the leader of Tanglewood, and had known him for a long goddamn time. Just the thought of telling Crow something had finally gone wrong, so soon after Pastel's death as well? It made him sick to his stomach, but he found himself nodding and mumbling before he could truly think it through, "I'll... I'll go find him. You take care of Leroy." He tried his best to keep his voice steady and comforting as he turned around, immediately rushing out of the library and taking to the sky.
Not knowing exactly where Crow was at the moment, Worm made a few rounds around the main camp, calling out softly but loud enough to be heard, "Crow! Crow!" When he didn't hear an immediate response, the guardsman drove down and found himself at Crow's door, knocking a paw firmly against the entrance and rumbling loud enough to be heard through the wood, "Crow! You need to come with me to the library. It's Leroy. Something... happened." He tried to sound as unpanicked as possible, keeping his tone even as he waited for some kind of response. After what had happened in other high stress situations, he knew that he just needed to stay calm and get Crow to Leroy's side, because... ultimately there was nothing any of them could do, even Selby. It was either Leroy pulled and fought through, and survived, or he... didn't. Wormwood desperately, desperately hoped that it would be the former, but he also knew that he had to be prepared for this to be Leroy's final day – and be prepared for the devastated Crow and others that came afterwards.
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