10-16-2019, 09:34 PM
The male's heart began pounding vigorously at the sight of Delilah's unconscious figure. Further increasing his concern was the outlandish encasing which cloaked her body. He had seen her as motionless as this before; only that time, she was dead as a doornail. The thought of the pastel-pelted femme passing away once more was a hazard to his system. She stuck around the swamp since the early days of Morgan's reign, similar to he. The experiences they both shared - the laughs, the tears - brought the pair together in a family-like bond, in Leroy's mind. Having her immobile like this plagued him with sinister, pessimistic thoughts.
"What happened t' her?" he found himself asserting discernibly whilst arriving at the scene, his amber luminaries flickering wildly betwixt Wormwood and Indie, "Who did this? Is she a-okay? What happened?"
"What happened t' her?" he found himself asserting discernibly whilst arriving at the scene, his amber luminaries flickering wildly betwixt Wormwood and Indie, "Who did this? Is she a-okay? What happened?"