Reap Just What You Sow
06-21-2013, 03:28 AM
Helping others was what he did. It was what he was born to do. At least that's what he'd always told himself. Since having gone out on his own, he'd been able to satisfy his need to help others. Whether it be rescuing someone from a dangerous situation, deflecting a dangerous situation, talking to someone and allowing them to vent to him or just helping someone with something as mundane as carrying something, whatever help he could offer he would. He really liked helping others. It made him feel good about himself, to have someone appreciate his help. He was never cocky about though. That wasn't like Gael. He was pretty humble about offering his help to others, preferring a simple thanks and a smile to an actual payment or reward. He needed none. Just the satisfaction of being able to aid someone else was payment enough. And that's what he was trying to do with the young boy before him. The child was distressed. It wasn't something that was life threatening, like a mortal wound or some kind of sickness, but something that was more internal. The young Adravendi wasn't sure what was the cause of it, since he had barely stumbled across the child, but it was obviously something that was really upsetting him. He could see it in the boy's mismatched eyes. There was some kind of hurt there, a sense of betrayal coming through his azure and golden gems. What could have possibly happened to make the poor thing feel such a strong emotion like betrayal? The child took his time answering, watching as Gael slowly lowered himself to the ground, bringing the himself down to an equal height, trying to show the boy that he honestly meant no harm and was only trying to help. And slowly, the boy allowed himself to mimic the multi-colored youth's posture, his elongated limbs splaying out in front of him as he splayed himself across the grass, dual-toned eyes narrowing in curiosity at the larger brute as thought of his answer. The knight allowed his crown to rest against his paws, patient cerulean gaze focused on his pack brother, awaiting an answer if one was to come. And one did. Could he sense that Gael wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily? You can't fix me, I'm too strange. He would've laughed had he not been trying to figure out what was wrong the young boy. Laughing at his silliness wouldn't have bee the smart thing to do, though he could sense some truth to the child's words as his dark muzzle crinkled in disgust at the mention of himself. Brows furrowed together in disbelief. Little brother you're not strange. You're one of the most normal boys I've ever met. Trust me. I've met strange wolves. You are definitely not one of them. came his gentle response, audits flickering forward in a friendly manner, wondering if he would be able to get the child to talk to him. As strange as you may think you are, keeping things inside is never good for you. You feel better when you talk about them. He added on as an after thought, hoping that he would be able to coax the little one into confiding in him and allow Gael to help him. Talk like this |