Story:
"Do I care for money?" Archangel whispered to himself. Probably. But there was danger if he was to do this. The caverns he had discovered were large and he never took note of adventurers who gave warnings of what laid beyond the safety of the world above. The cavern was beautiful, which lightened his mood a bit, but that wasn't what interested him. "Hmm..." he spoke softly, carefully stepping on solid stones to hold his weight. He looked to the white pea-shaped nets, and looked back to where he came from. "I don't know how much it is worth it. But... I do need money," he argued softly with himself.

He tipped his ears forward to focus on the noises which laid in the silk cocoons. There wasn't much of a point as most were silent, but he could at least see the outlines of each and everyone one of them. He focused on ones that he could only assume were mid development, only stopping when he heard a buzzing noise. Without making so much as a sound, he stood still and waited, ready to bolt any moment. The moment passed, and there was once again silence. He bit off two more, only being able to carry a maximum of three due to his lack of gear and was required to carry with his mouth- wing beats suddenly echoed in the room, with large wings descending upon his back. Jumping awkwardly in shock he took off with the cocoons bouncing off of his body, disturbing his body weight disrepution which threw him off balance.

Nearly slipping on rocks with the wing beats still attempting to follow him, he quickly jumped over the small ravine and further along the cave. The wing beats had silenced greatly, but his back... the red hue of what could only be considered blood was dripping raindrop like shapes on his leg, creating a scent trail to anyone who had enough interest to follow.