boy talk
for oxide
Scout
11-25-2019, 03:43 PM
Sota knew little of Oxide, or who the male truly was, in the most personal sense - but he, too, had found that his journey to Boreas had changed him. Once he wouldn't have stopped to offer an ear for someone in need, unless they were one of his closest friends; offering help wasn't something the Songa did freely, and though they weren't exactly taught to keep emotions tightly reigned in, showing pain and sorrow wasn't commonplace either. He was a traditional wolf, taught to speak when spoken to and offer assistance quietly, to express the utmost humility at all times - and yet meeting Eris and everyone else in Boreas had certainly changed him. Perhaps not as much as Oxide, but he was different now, more open to different viewpoints and far braver than he'd ever been before. Though Oxide expressed his gratitude, Sota couldn't find it in his heart to acknowledge the praise. Much of his humility had never left him, and likely never would. Instead, he focused on that little comment. That he was brave. It made a strange part of him swell up with gratitude for the simple acknowledgement, and he felt his cheeks flush with a rush of warm heat, unbeknownst to Oxide. For a moment he worried he was being too proud in taking his words as a compliment, but it made him feel good. He had been brave, though he knew he had lengths to go to be his best self. "Hardly," he admitted, though he let a soft laugh slip out. Oxide's proximity was comforting, rather than threatening, something that would've surely surprised a younger version of himself. "I'm a bit smaller than most wolves I know, but.. yes, I suppose we are." A faint flash of amusement flickered in his silvery gaze, glancing back Oxide's way again too. "I'm sure you've noticed my affinity for trees. Another trait of my people," Sota was grinning a bit more widely now. It felt nice to share a bit of his culture, even if he was fairly private by nature.. it didn't seem to matter much to keep it all to himself, though, not when he was still quite a ways from home. "The smaller wolves, back in my homeland, tend to be more.. desirable, and they generally rise the ranks much more easily. I suppose it's only natural those traits become more prominent over time." Sota offered a shrug as he explained. Obviously physical ability and size weren't all that mattered, though it certainly helped, and he'd seen more than one oversized wolf - at least by his culture's standards, struggle to excel because of their physical form. |
Sota has a male bamboo lemur companion named Kaito, he's sometimes nearby but usually only if stated!
