SWEET TOOTH | pumpkin bread.

[wormwood.]

Friendship was something that Worm was practically desperate and greedy for these days. It was mostly because of what his childhood had been like. As a cub, he had already been so cut off from and despised by others for reasons that he could never even understand. So, when he had arrived at Tanglewood and had found a home where he could actually be happy and really interact with other people? It had been an incredible feeling, and ever since then he had welcomed practically everyone with a warm smile, and had gotten along with practically everyone that joined. Sure, he and Feza had definitely been having their issues lately, but he didn't hate her, and the two of them were probably more similar than he would ever admit. All in all, he loved making friends with everyone who ended up in Tanglewood, as well as with everyone who had been here before him. Delilah had been one of those people who had been here before him, and he had always respected her and enjoyed her company, just because she was so warm and motherly. She reminded him of V, although a little bit less closed off from everyone. He definitely didn't know about how he had saved her, even though he had spent quite a while with her while she had been in her vulnerable cocoon state. When he had first met the female, he had even met her now boyfriend, Ren, beforehand, so there had been a connection between them from the very beginning. He had always wanted to be closer to her, but the two of them had always either been busy or away from each other for different tasks. Now, however, felt like a turning point. And Wormwood definitely needed someone else to lean on, particularly with the events that were happening lately.

When Del spoke about how she had started baking when she was just a child, Worm dipped his head and rumbled as he gladly took the loaf floated over to him, his wings resting against the ground as he settled, "That does sound like it would be difficult. I much preferred cooking things with my fire elementals when some people asked me to. I wasn't very good at it at first, but I got better... when I was a cub, we never had any cooked food. A pride full of lions isn't exactly very picky about what we eat. I didn't even learn about cooking until well after I had left, sort of like reading." He had learned so much after he had left the pride to go after Poet, and while he now hated his brother a lot for what he had done, but at the very least, the other lion had led him to Tanglewood. He could feel himself drifting into his own thoughts, when Delilah spoke up again, piping up about Renny and Arrow. Just the name Arrow seemed to punch the air out of his lungs, and he looked down at the ground for a long moment before a smile came to his muzzle, somewhat forced, "Well, they were very right to tell you that it was good. I'm glad to benefit by getting to eat delicious pumpkin bread." His tail flicked lazily from side to side as he tried to get his mind off of Arrow. Despite the fact that he had never known the female well, she had been the first one to die when he had first arrived, and he had been on the scene to see the life drain from her eyes... it still haunted him, and he felt such guilt and grief for those who had been close to her, unable to imagine the pain that they had felt.

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