Practicing on two legs with his brother sounded like a good idea to the self-conscious little prince. Yeah, that’d be great actually, Octa, he murmured, feeling a little embarrassed that he was so uncomfortable with it. He’d probably never admit it, but he admired the speed with which Octavius was growing and gaining celerity and strength in Optime. Severus was more of a mind to ignore the form all together until he miraculously got better at it. Practice wasn’t something he normally had the patience for, but he supposed if his brother was there it wouldn’t be quite so bad. Maybe it would even be fun, especially since Octa promised they’d stay away from others.
His ears perked curiously at the whine, and for a moment he took it as Octa just being lazy again. Then he realized just how long it’d been since they had spent any time together, and a frown formed on his muzzle. Silently, he vowed that after their biped practice, he and Octa would find a warm spot away from the rest of Anathema to return to their sibling bonding and relaxing. It’d be nice to sit around and talk for a bit instead of constantly having to posture, showing that he deserved to be respected as his own individual instead of just the Angela’s son.
When his pale brother’s nose poked into his fur, Sev let a tiny whine of affection pass his lips, before he took off after the other boy. The walk to the village was a quiet one, as both siblings seemed to take in the warmth of the spring sun on their coats. As they came to the crest over-looking the village, Severus twitched his ears nervously before closing his eyes. His shift up into Optime was slow and a little painful, being so unpracticed at it, but eventually he was standing. He reached a rather short 6’2”, short by the standards of the other male Luperci, and he was lanky, awkwardly so. Silver eyes glanced down to the hands he was so uncomfortable with, before he gave a begrudging little look towards Octa, waiting for his brother to shift.
I’m sure there’ll be something to do. Helping out around the gardening projects might be alright, I’m sure we’ll find some cool stuff to poke at along the way, he said, his voice even a little squeakier in this form compared to his Secui. He tried to force his thoughts away from his negative self-image, and towards the little adventure at hand. The boy fully intended to find something they shouldn’t, and sneak away to the woods with it and his sibling. There was only so much trouble the boys of the Angela could get into – they were princes, after all.
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