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Sat Oct 12, 2019 6:47 pm
Word Count → 000 :: A spot of trouble for the precious bean boy!
Borya had been wound up quite tight emotionally, but he never really acknowledged it. His family was having enough issues at the moment. His young uncles were going through turmoil that caused one of them to run and the other to lose his spirit, his grandfather had lost his spark from all the stress and Borya felt like he could do nothing to help any of them. He was Borya, he was the small Hushhowl boy who had a dead arm and needed help doing even the simplest of tasks. Borya couldn't go and find Pushok, he couldn't prove to Temnota that he was worth so much more than he thought he was. And weak little Borya couldn't put a smile back on his grandpa's face and keep it there. There was so much Borya couldn't do that he didn't want to make himself another issue for the family to deal with.
So he'd remained silent about what happened that morning during training.
Trying to battle his inner thoughts, Borya had all but demanded Leoris help him train again. The man had tried to put it off by telling Borya the ground was still soaked from the recent rain storms and it might effect Borya's balance, but the young Hushhowl insisted he needed to get some training in before his First Blood. That had made Leoris even more hesitant, but he'd eventually given in and they spent the rest of the morning working on some simple exercises. It wasn't Leoris's fault at all. But as he made a slow swing towards Borya with the practice sword, the boy had decided to dodge it rather then parry. He'd hopped to the right, and the sand beneath him didn't support his new footing. Borya slipped, crashing down on his right side. Even though he landed in sand purposely used to soften falls, Borya was unfortunate enough to land at a bad angle, and to also possess a crippled arm that really shouldn't be fallen onto.
White hot pain erupted from Borya's right shoulder as he fell, making the Hushhowl boy black out for a second. When his senses came back to him, Leoris was leaning over him, eyes wide in concern. Since the Merchant hadn't said anything yet, Borya assumed he must have done so whilst he'd fainted. "I-I'm okay." Borya mumbled, even if he felt the opposite. His right arm felt as horrible as it had when he'd first shifted. From finger tip to shoulder, it was just a pulsing, constant pain.
"Borya, I can see the pain in your eyes, we should get you to Veri or Morty." Leoris answered, his voice lilted with concern still. Borya shook his head, trying his hardest not to wince as he got himself up. "N-no it's okay, I can take myself there, I'm sure you've wasted enough time with me already." Borya replied, beginning to move out of the training ring before Leoris even had time to respond.
Since then, Borya hadn't gone for help, he'd wandered around instead, avoiding eyes and hoping that the pain in his arm would die down on it's own. He didn't want to be a nuisance to the healer's; they'd done enough for Borya over the months in regards to his arm, so he didn't want to bother them anymore. He'd gotten out of the Fort, as far as the road leading to home. Perhaps in the den, Borya can hide under some blankets and hope after some rest his arm would be fine. But a wave of vertigo stopped Borya, and he clamped his left hand over his mouth to stop himself from being sick. After swallowing the bile, Borya took a few deep breaths and tried to find the will to continue walking home.
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OOC - <3
I want to take shelter but I'm ready, ready to fight.
Borya didn't say the words out loud, he didn't tell Naya how much agony he was in, how this wasn't the first time he'd felt such pain nor would it be the last. The best Borya could do was hold his shoulder with a touch so light a breeze could pass through the gap, and hope the tears he couldn't hold back was enough. But even though he hadn't even admitted he was hurt, already guilt was building up in his already unsteady stomach, knowing he'd worried and upset Naya by making her aware of his pain. Borya gulped, feeling even more embarrassed as he felt the fat tears fall down his cheeks, knowing he couldn't stop them now even he tried.
Naya's harsh words hit a chord with Borya, perhaps not the one Naya wanted them to hit. Maybe Borya should be dead, if Casa was a less peace loving and family-based pack, perhaps Borya would have been gotten rid of long ago, if not by death then at least abandonment. "H-how though? How can I-I be so... so important when I-I can't do anything. I can't h-help anyone else, even if I t-tried I'd just be in the way." Borya mumbled, trying not to raise his voice to risk any more sob-induced squeaks.
He sniffled as Naya asked about the injury itself, and Borya couldn't look up as he whispered: "F-fell." His eyelids twitched ever so slightly as Naya touched the tender wound. It was already burning with hellfire, so Naya didn't really add to it, her gentle pressure only reminded Borya of the agony. "S... so w-weak that even falling over is too much." Borya mumbled, catching a hold of his breathing so that he could slowly work on stopping his tears. "I-I just... don't want to be another tragedy for my f-family." Borya added, thinking of all the Hushhowl's had been through, deaths and loss that brought them all closer but also mocked them with the risk of further heartbreak should anyone else leave the family. Borya didn't want to think of what would happen if he would leave them too, as weak as he was that wasn't entirely impossible.
Thu Jan 16, 2020 1:35 am
Thu Jan 16, 2020 4:03 pm
OOC - Word Count: 578
I want to take shelter but I'm ready, ready to fight.
The feeling of youth hit Borya hard. He'd been doted on by his family from the moment he was born, for the miracle and tragedy that he was. The weak little pup that needed protecting, and felt like he needed it too. It was no one's fault, Borya encouraged the behaviour to treat him delicately by hugging everyone's shadow and only acting confident when he was happy. He'd never really felt the need to be brave until he'd shifted and felt real pain, and realised that one day his family would look to him to do more than just follow. Growing up scared Borya, it scared him because of his useless arm and it scared him because it meant he couldn't be the baby Hushhowl anymore.
Even now, deep into the pit of knowing pain and struggle, Borya just wanted to curl into the fur of those who cared for him and cry and cry until they made it better. Naya, Naya especially was the one Borya wanted to be soothed by. Borya loved to cuddle up to his family, hear the warm tones of his mother telling him he'd be alright, but nothing they could do for Borya would feel the same as what his idol could. Because she knew what his pain was, she understood it because of her own. She said as much in that moment, explaining how in her youth she'd been just as frustrated as Borya. Each word brought back the old Borya. The one who thought that maybe it was okay to be different. Maybe he could laugh off being a scrawny, crippled kid, because he knew what he could do.
And here was Naya, saying she didn't need him to be amazing at fighting, he didn't need to be strong like the Knights of Casa. He just needed to be himself, and be happy with what he could be. Part of Borya hoped he could cling to the words his idol was giving him, remember the feeling of her hands over his heart and head and try to keep the image in his mind that he only needed to keep those points strong to be useful to the pack. He wasn't weak, he wasn't weak... Borya's face twisted as his shoulder reminded him what damage had been done there. His tears of despair were gone in place of ones of genuine pain, and the boy looked to Naya with a pleading look.
He sniffed loudly, an ugly mix of snot going back up his nose as he glanced to the ground. "I-I want to be that... s-someone to be proud of... b-but what if the pack is i-in danger? W-what if I get.. get t-targeted because I-I look weak? You... you w-would be put in d-danger because of me. I-I wouldn't be a-able to help." Borya took a deep breath, catching himself before he was set off on another panic. He shook his head, trying to rid the thoughts himself before Naya helped settle his nerves. The jolt of his neck caused agony in his back and shoulder, forcing Borya to pull his free hand over his bad arm again, hissing the pain out of his lips.
"D-does... does your f-foot ever hurt y-you?" Borya mumbled, pain-hazed eyes looking to his idol.