Firestone Hot Springs catalyst

i missed rping with you too! <333

Helpless was not something that Kerberos liked to feel; it was a dreading, horrible feeling watching something happen knowing that there was nothing he could do in his power to stop it. He had experienced it when he was mere two months old -- though he remembered very, very little of his life prior to Shearwater Bay -- he had experienced it when Nanuq had left the bay, had felt it grip him when Lecter had taunted him with the truth of his parentage (though Kerberos was insanely glad that Lecter did not acknowledge him as a son). Helpless was what Kerberos felt as the other boy came into view. He was the color of pale silver, patterned with charcoal freckles -- unusual, in Kerberos’ mind -- but it was his eyes that had drawn Kerberos’ fascination and intrigue, despite that he was sure he was being rather insensitive. They were milky, and Kerberos understood within the next few fractions of seconds that he was blind. Sea-green eyes moved to stare at the other boy’s nose as he babbled an apology about trespassing. Kerberos’ ears slicked back to sit at half mast atop his skull as he peered around and behind him, fairly sure that he wasn’t trespassing. He had not scented any pack markers that he could remember. “Uh you’re….we’re not trespassing. This is free territory,” But now that it was out there Kerberos could only hope that he hadn’t been so inattentive.

The other boy seemingly then crumbled to the earth, tears streaking his cheeks as they slid free. Kerberos drew a paw back in hesitation, fighting between the urge to offer what little comfort he could as a stranger, or calling for a medic -- not that anyone would likely hear the call. Kerberos seemed to be stuck in a limbo status. What exactly was he supposed to say? He had no idea what was causing the other boy’s sorrow, and thusly, could not necessarily sympathize when he was utterly clueless. “What are you sorry for? There is nothing to apologize for,” Kerberos spared a glimpse down at his paws, lips forming a contemplative line before he stepped over his seaweed wrapped possession, assuming that it would not be stolen or move anywhere while he had his back to it while he attempted to see if he could be of any…help to the distraught boy before him. “D-don’t cry, ok? I, uh, I’m Kerberos. Kerberos Aok, or Nereides, or Nereus, or Kesuk, or whatever.” (Nereus was added because Tokio remembered males didn’t take the Nereides surname but Kerby wouldn‘t know that) He introduced, tail giving a soft brush against his haunches, frowning at his own indecision on what to call himself. It made him sound unsure of who he was -- indeed he was all of them, and…none of them. It was confusing and complicated and left him with a headache when he tried to think too much and too hard about it.

Kerberos ghosted forward another step, head bowing slightly to bring his face a little more level with Yildun’s. “What happened? Are you hurt?” Kerberos was no medic but he knew a couple of little things, though the Aok boy was unsure if this was a physical issue or an emotional one; and he would only know if Yildun chose to share, which he had every right to tell Kerberos to go away, if that was what he wanted.