- Mar 1, 2023
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don't rush something you want to last forever .
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He was nervous, kneading the group with skin prickling in anticipation for his adoptive father to come slithering out from the camp’s entrance. He needed to get better, because what else could he offer? He was useless, so so useless that he wasn’t worth wasting prey on.
Yukio’s mind fluttered to a day still fresh with sorrows when he asked Orangeblossom about the hunting crouch, weak and cowardly, he was, and still is. He realized nothing much had changed then, still nervous and lost within his own head more times than he could count. Now? He shivered, ducking his helm until his chin pressed agonizingly into his boney chest.
He welcomed the pain, overshadowing the pit of nervousness and shame churning his gut until he couldn’t eat without gagging. His ears burned in shame, dual optics flickering to peer into the forest, afraid to even think about stepping paw outside these walls, no less asking. But he had to because then … then he’d be useful, right?
Duskpool emerged with ghostly molten copper, looking as if he’d collapse any second sending spikes of worry through the other, owlish optics widening. “D, Dad?” He chittered nervously, unsure if the other even wanted to talk to them, but the familiar rumble settled his nerves to pad towards the other, brushing against his side as he slithered around him to stand beside the other.
He shuffled, kneading the ground nervously, expression uncertain. I can do this. If not, then he’d just be as useless as he always was. Heavens. He couldn’t even take care of his own! He failed. He failed so so much that it hurt. It hurt. He winced. He didn’t enjoy thinking about it, but how could he not? Yukio had been so happy, but then it was ripped away from him and then he did that.
“I—” He frowned. Don’t be a coward, Yukio! He urged himself, peering into molten copper who watched, expression deadpan. “I’m s, sorry.” He shook his helm, expression conflicted, backing away from the other. “I, I’m sorry.” He turned, pivoting on paws, tears welling up within owlish optics. Stupid.
He shouldn’t have bothered.
/ prompt
Yukio’s mind fluttered to a day still fresh with sorrows when he asked Orangeblossom about the hunting crouch, weak and cowardly, he was, and still is. He realized nothing much had changed then, still nervous and lost within his own head more times than he could count. Now? He shivered, ducking his helm until his chin pressed agonizingly into his boney chest.
He welcomed the pain, overshadowing the pit of nervousness and shame churning his gut until he couldn’t eat without gagging. His ears burned in shame, dual optics flickering to peer into the forest, afraid to even think about stepping paw outside these walls, no less asking. But he had to because then … then he’d be useful, right?
Duskpool emerged with ghostly molten copper, looking as if he’d collapse any second sending spikes of worry through the other, owlish optics widening. “D, Dad?” He chittered nervously, unsure if the other even wanted to talk to them, but the familiar rumble settled his nerves to pad towards the other, brushing against his side as he slithered around him to stand beside the other.
He shuffled, kneading the ground nervously, expression uncertain. I can do this. If not, then he’d just be as useless as he always was. Heavens. He couldn’t even take care of his own! He failed. He failed so so much that it hurt. It hurt. He winced. He didn’t enjoy thinking about it, but how could he not? Yukio had been so happy, but then it was ripped away from him and then he did that.
“I—” He frowned. Don’t be a coward, Yukio! He urged himself, peering into molten copper who watched, expression deadpan. “I’m s, sorry.” He shook his helm, expression conflicted, backing away from the other. “I, I’m sorry.” He turned, pivoting on paws, tears welling up within owlish optics. Stupid.
He shouldn’t have bothered.
/ prompt
ever anxious about just how 'useful' he is to his clan, after their most recent hiccup at the border, perhaps yukio is finding himself anxious to make up for his mistakes less he be driven away from his new home. what's yukios definition of 'atonement'? how does he choose to try and fix what he's done?
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