[prp] why so sad ( Blasa x Quidel )

[samus x]

Blasa was sitting with her tail curled around herself as she watched some soldiers spar. giving a yawn, she was just killing some time that she had since she was done with her duties for the day. having never really sparred much beyond what she did with her sister to keep what little skills she had sharp. she enjoyed watching spars to see if she might pick up something that she might try the next time she decided to spar. another yawn escaped as she actually was growing a bit bored. wrinkling her muzzle, she debated if she might find something else to do finally. but for now she just continued what she was doing as she sat in thought.  

[OP-Yuna]

Quidel was no fighter, but a strategist. Someone who stands on the back lines planning, and plotting. So on training day everyone always expected him to be good, using his tactical mind to out maneuver his opponent. He wasn't as quick when he was on his feet, however. He came away from training that day with more than a few wounds, but mostly bruised pride. That was nothing out of the ordinary though. And perhaps it was a reason why his great mind was given little credence. Who would want to take tactical advice from someone who always got their a** kicked?

It was hard for a full grown Firekin male to look small, but Quidel sure tried as he slowly walked away from the sparring area, head held low, ears back, until he lay beneath the shade of a large out-cropping rock where he set to cleaning his wounds. He supposed he was a disappointment to his mother. He'd never really lived up to the high expectations he'd always assumed his highly traditionalist mother, Kenna, to have. Part of him had perhaps given up.

The drought hadn't made things any easier on him. That was over now it seemed, but the feelings remained. What had he accomplished? Nothing. What did he have to show for his time here on this earth? Nothing. Who was he? Nothing. This spot of depression was deep for the lion. Perhaps he'd even lost his sense of honor as well....

samus x

 

[samus x]

F a y t h - x

Blasa eyed the grown male as he seemed rather depressed. ear's now perked, she lashed her tail about as she debated on if she wanted to drop down from above since she wasn't all that far from him. wiggling about a bit, she couldn't resist any longer. someone depressed just didn't sit well with her, so she was on her feet and leaping off the rock to land right in front of him. striking a pose now, she felt foolish for this but if it amused him in anyway and made him forget about his depression then she felt it was a job well done. not saying a thing, she waited for him to do something before doing anything else.