Past the tribulation
Mortis
07-28-2021, 04:15 PM
Iris noticed how he immediately backed off and sat down across from her and even though she was grateful for the little bit of extra breathing room he allowed her to have, she did feel guilty for making him feel like he had to do that. He was nothing but nice and enthusiasticly friendly. It wasn't even the case of him carrying himself with any kind of domineering personality like Sirius did. He seemed like a genuinely kind soul and yet she still couldn't keep herself from reacting to him in the same way that she would any other male. She hoped that with time she'd be able to move past it, but she did wonder if she'd ever fully move on from her past. Those scars didn't just fade away on their own it seemed and that pain wasn't going away with kindness alone.
She looked up at him again when he quickly offered her his help as she went about gathering up the collection of lambs ear she had around her feet, glancing at his outstretched paw. She hesitated because she was unsure if the Warlord's son should really be allowed to help their slave, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings twice in a row. She gave a small nod and placed half of the pile in his large paw. She was about to pick up the rest of the now much more manageable pile when his voice caught her attention again, making her stop in the middle of her motion to bend her head down as he questioned her.
Her pink hued eyes looked up to him again, her ears flicking uncertainly. It was easy to forget that everyone here wasn't like the slavers that had owned her for most of her life. He hadn't seen her in the near death state that Sirius had so how would he have known what her past was? Did he even know that she was a slave? Or was she just some new member to the pack that he happened across? There was a moment of silence while she tried to decide how she should respond before she finally settled on, "Many someones." Her voice was soft, but not hurt or timid. It was a fact of her life that she had accepted long ago. She didn't like these facts, but they were part of her and there was no changing them now. "I'm a slave," she clarified, feeling as if he deserved to know the truth. "None of my previous owners have been as kind as your father has been. They were much more cruel."