Post by Polarus on Mar 24, 2020 12:29:55 GMT -6
A relieved expression was plastered onto the blood red Arcosians face as he saw Whiskers eyes shoot open. Only to be replaced by a feeling of pure confusion as the kitten suddenly burst into tears, jumping into his new teachers arms as he blithered and blabbered on about his failure and how he almost lost him. Almost nearly being brought to tears himself over seeing such an adorable being in such disarray, Polarus gently took the Hakaijin by the armpits, holding him up at arms length and then hugging him closely- cradling him for a couple moments and hushing him quietly as he began to wipe the tears away from his furry face. Father hood was something the Arcosian was taught back on his home-world (he WAS expected to continue the Wintergreen bloodline one of these days) and so he was a little familiar as to what to do in such a situation. However, the thing that was bugging him at the moment was why exactly was the young lad so upset. He hadn't failed him at all! In fact, he was quite safely impressed by the potential he saw within the currently uncontrollable power held within the small lil' kitty. Was it from his near failure of allowing Polarus to be eaten by the sand worm?
If so, then there would still be no need for him to go under such grief. If anything, Polarus would have done the same thing he had done and ripped and torn his way through the beasts underbelly in order to force entryway out of it. So why did he seem so distraught? Looking into Whiskers eyes, he suddenly recognized the look within them as one he was all too familiar with. There was an apparent undertone of past grief and loss within his gaze, and so Polarus understood now why he was so emotionally distressed.
Such events of today have led him to relive past trauma, something that Polarus was not at all a stranger to, what with his own failure of protecting his people haunting him on sleepless nights occasionally as well. It was nothing to be ashamed of, but if it wasn't dealt with and moved on with soon, Whisker could most definitely be permanently and negatively affected.
Pulling the hurt child closer to him, allowing for his head to rest upon his chest as his large, tree-trunk like arms enveloped his tiny body, his gaze looked down upon them with pity but also great care- one arm now leaving the cradle in order to begin petting and scratching at the top of his head as he spoke in a comforting and hushed tone, "Be still, my child, everything is fine. I'm right here. You did not fail at all. You passed with flying colors. You've made me prouder than I could have ever possibly predicted. There is no need for such stress to be brought upon your tiny little shoulders. Let me handle that pain. For now, be, content with your performance. And, rest."
He'd be willing to listen to whatever else Whisker had to say, but, something told him he wouldn't need to talk much more sense into him after that.
Polarus had faith in his ability to bounce back.
If so, then there would still be no need for him to go under such grief. If anything, Polarus would have done the same thing he had done and ripped and torn his way through the beasts underbelly in order to force entryway out of it. So why did he seem so distraught? Looking into Whiskers eyes, he suddenly recognized the look within them as one he was all too familiar with. There was an apparent undertone of past grief and loss within his gaze, and so Polarus understood now why he was so emotionally distressed.
Such events of today have led him to relive past trauma, something that Polarus was not at all a stranger to, what with his own failure of protecting his people haunting him on sleepless nights occasionally as well. It was nothing to be ashamed of, but if it wasn't dealt with and moved on with soon, Whisker could most definitely be permanently and negatively affected.
Pulling the hurt child closer to him, allowing for his head to rest upon his chest as his large, tree-trunk like arms enveloped his tiny body, his gaze looked down upon them with pity but also great care- one arm now leaving the cradle in order to begin petting and scratching at the top of his head as he spoke in a comforting and hushed tone, "Be still, my child, everything is fine. I'm right here. You did not fail at all. You passed with flying colors. You've made me prouder than I could have ever possibly predicted. There is no need for such stress to be brought upon your tiny little shoulders. Let me handle that pain. For now, be, content with your performance. And, rest."
He'd be willing to listen to whatever else Whisker had to say, but, something told him he wouldn't need to talk much more sense into him after that.
Polarus had faith in his ability to bounce back.
