forum More boredom.... (OxO) Closed!

Started October 07, 2020 by @StarryWolfy flash_onCrazy Procrastinator

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Gwen smiled at him, a little relieved when he shifted to his human form. “Ready to go?”

Sirus nodded with a soft hum, finding the wet clothing to be uncomfortable, but it was more comfortable than exposing some of his obvious old injuries with a wet fur coat.

Gwen readjusted her grip on the buckets and started walking back to the tribe’s camp. “Comfortable after your bath?” she smirked.

Sirus rolled his eyes, grabbing the last bucket and following after her, shadows coming up to encase the tops of the buckets so nothing would splash out. "Not my fault clothing gets wet with my fur.." he said softly. Also not my fault I've been attacked so many times that I literally have patches that lack the amount of fur they should have.

Gwen raised a brow at the shadows and glanced back at him. “Hey, at least you even have magic. I’m not going to claim that I know how shifting works.” she pointed out. Magic was something of a rarity in her family line… Not unheard of but very few and far between generations.

Sirus shrugged a bit, "Shifting is rather simple really…" he said softly, "Whatever happens in one form is equivalent in another. So if I get wet, I get wet. If I get hurt, the injury remains in both forms, though… shifting can sometimes make injuries worse."

“I figured that part out.” she nodded, gesturing his soaked clothes. “I… didn't think about any injuries but I guess it makes sense.” she added a little softer, feeling like that might be a more sensitive topic.

Sirus smiled faintly at the first part, but it faded at the second topic. Shaking his head, he picked up his step to match hers, not sure what to say anymore.

Gwen stared ahead as they walked, her face a light shade of pink at the awkward atmosphere she created. Though she wasn't entirely sure what had caused it. Getting hurt was something that happened with his job, wasn't it? “I’m sorry.” she apologized softly.

"You're alright." said Sirus softly, "You did nothing wrong." he tried to keep his tone even, and maybe even reassurring.

Gwen managed to give him a weak smile, still apologetic but grateful for his assurance. “You know… Scars are nothing to be ashamed of.” she told him, taking a stab in the dark about what was bothering him. “Corvin has told me several times that scars are one of the marks of a warrior.”

Unfortunately for him she was both spot on but way off. He found himself tensing subtly, and looking away from her gaze. "Scars… Scars aren't just marks of warriors." he said quietly, not wanting to say more, but needing to for once. "They're also marks of survivors."

She looked up at him curiously when he answered. “I suppose that's true… but is that a bad thing? Surviving? That seems like something to be proud of too.” she said, perhaps a little naively.

"It's also a reminder." he said softly, "And reminders aren't always a good thing."

She nodded slowly at that. As a princess, she had never really done anything that would result in any scars but she could understand what he meant. “Not all memories are good ones.” she agreed softly, trying to keep herself from thinking about her past. “I guess it's easier to forget when you don't have a constant remembrance.”

Sirus nodded quietly, glad she seemed to understand what he was getting at.

Gwen sighed a little, looking at the ground but kept walking. For her, there was nothing in the camp to remind her of her old life behind those guard filled stone walls. She did remember seeing some soldiers with battle scars but she didn't mind those moments. What she didn't like was the memories of how she was so easily brushed aside so many times.

For Sirus every scar was a bad reminder. A reminder of how he'd failed his pack by existing. A reminder of how much his only known parent hated him. A brand claiming him against his will to a tyrant he despised, and a legacy he never wanted. He hated every single one of them and what they stood for.

Gwen shook her head as she tried again to push away those unwelcome thoughts. However she was failing until a loud snap echoed through their quiet walk. Turns out she had accidentally stepped on a decently large dry stick.

Sirus startled a little too, until he saw what she had stepped on. "Well.. it's a good thing we weren't hunting" he said softly, meaning for it to be a joke.

Gwen almost gave a small snort at his wit, finally managing to smile again. “That would have been a disaster if we were.” she agreed. “Normally, I’m much better at avoiding those.”

Sirus made a soft sound, "To be a hunter you'd have to be." he said softly, but everyone makes mistakes.

Gwen nodded and smiled, taking that as a compliment. “I guess I was just too wrapped up in my thoughts.” she admitted.

"It's alright, I've had it happen to me too." he said softly. "As I just said, everyone makes mistakes sometimes."

She returned his smile with a soft one of her own. “Thanks… Again.” she giggled a little. “You really are good at listening and give good advice too.” she told him, hoping to cheer him up some.