Sight of Sound {{Private, Elvis}} Sound of Grace

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    // #Lazy af edit and repost //



    [size=10][font=Georgia]Rainpaw laid down under dappled shadows and afternoon sun in the camp, quickly dozing off as usual.


    Dreams of flashing, blurred memories turned into shadows and night-terrors- his auntie she-cat back with his mother's twolegs calling he and his sister, Ruby, disgusting mistakes; Ruby calling him a weak, babyish sissy; being unable to save her from a fox as he was far too small, all of his fears seemingly solidified in his uselessness. All the while, an eerie presence followed him, whispering negativity in his ears and talking with a second voice, second shadow.


    Then fresh, new memories burst forward with all the subtlety of a rabid flamingo in an official work office: the capture by BloodClanners, the slow, painful, torturous encounter with Litterprince, his overall worthlessness.


    [color=#A9F5F2]You're f*ing nothing and never will be!


    He shot up, wide awake and in a cold sweat. Looking around at the camp in the now evening light, he felt his eyes tearing up. Quickly, he got up and ran out, to nowhere in particular other than away, tears held back the best he could with sniffles. However, he didn't get very far before running into a familiar but blurry black dog. After attempting to mutter out an apology, he gave up, flopping to the ground and letting his tears burst free, now openly sobbing.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid grey; border-right: 1px solid grey;][justify][size=9pt]Immediately a deep worry within the large canine emerged, his features contorting into a look of concern as he lowered himself down onto the ground before the weeping apprentice. Ears laying themselves flat against his skull, he bit his tongue a moment as he fought internally for the correct words to produce, not exactly knowing how he could be of help to the situation.


    "Hey.", he muttered lowly, attempting to nudge the younger male in a gentle comfort. "Hey, what's happened? Did someone hurt you?"


    [[lame repeat because im trash and cant think
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    [font=Georgia]// S'all good, same tho! >.> //




    After a long few moments of weeping and openly nuzzling into the comforting gesture, Rainpaw finally processed that the kind blur was Elvis, and that Elvis had asked him something. He lifted his head from the ground and worked to stifle his sobs, resulting in hiccups and even more stuttering than per the norm. "M-memori-ies in dre-eams: A-auntie -hic- and th-the fox and R--hic- Ruby, and B-Blood *hic* clan, a-and L-Litter *hic* a-and, and..."


    His face scrunched up with emotion when remembering the torture, ears flat back as he tried his darnedest to articulate his thoughts. Finally he blurted out- "I'm disgusting! I'm pathetic! Why even bother w-w-when -hic- when-- ..." He let out a huff as he let his head drop back down to the ground with the rest of him, bandage shifting and face relaxing into nearly numb despair. "... When I'm useless."


    Laying there, he realized what a ridiculous mess he must look. Rainpaw pushed himself up off the ground into a hunched-over sitting position. Head low, his face darkened a bit, though he coughed out a nearly humorless chuckle. "S-sorry, I j-just get like th-this sometimes. W-when I think too much."


    He raised his eye without moving his head much, taking in the now somewhat less blurry face in front of him. He could feel his face flush a bit, chest warm with embarrassment, and...? Flustered and a bit confused, he once again apologized. "S-s-sorry..."


    He went quiet for a moment, trying to read the dog's eyes. [color=#77AAFF]"H-have you ever felt this? Th-this... feeling of uselessness?"



    [size=6pt]#Rainpaw
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid grey; border-right: 1px solid grey;][justify][size=9pt]Knitting his metaphorical brows together in concentration, the vice forced himself to focus onto the younger male's mouth, not wanting to miss a word of the hard to make out babbling. Not once did his gaze break away from Rainpaw, his complete attention on every broken word confided in him and him only.


    At first he was quite, not sure what words would be sufficient in the moment, before he opened his mouth to speak directly from the heart. "Believe it or not, but yes, I do understand.", the Brit began, looking down for a moment as he recalled his past. "Did you know I used to live with humans? When I first left, I didn't know what I was doing, all I knew was that I was so incredibly scared and that I was in a constant battle for my life."


    "Fear can be evolved into something greater, Rainpaw. Trust me if I could have survived those first few months, you can get through this. You just need a bit of help." A small smile came onto his features. "That's what I, and the rest of your clanmates, are here for. You don't have to go through anything alone."


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    [font=Georgia]"Y-you lived with humans, too?" Rainpaw asked, sniffling softly with the remnants of his tears. He sat up a bit straighter, though still slightly slouched with new drowsiness. Listening to Elvis's soothing voice and kind words, Rainpaw felt his eyelid begin to droop even as he was still paying close attention.


    He began to smile, however he felt uncertainty and doubt still creeping forward in the form of his unwanted guest, Feniks.


    Oh please, you think he truly believes in you? Why should he- you're weak, useless; what could you possibly have to offer these people? You've proven time and again that you're nothing. Just give it up already!


    B-but... Rainpaw let his tail, ears, and eye fall, a soft ice blue aura eminating from him out of his despair. "H-how can you be so s-sure, though?" he questioned softly. [color=#77AAFF]"Every t-time I try, s-someone gets hurt."



    [size=6pt]#Rainpaw
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