Chapter 66: A View Of Dancing Stars
Oust had always been a creature caught between two worlds... too proud to accept his father’s indifference, yet too desperate for approval to simply walk away.
Joining the guard had seemed like the answer, a way to force recognition through achievement where birthright had failed him. But recognition was a fickle thing, and every slight, every dismissive word, felt like another nail in the coffin of his hopes.
The bear’s crude remarks weren’t just insults, they were a mirror reflecting back every doubt Oust carried about his own worth.
The humiliation of The Selection still burned in his chest. To lose to a mere human, in front of everyone who mattered, had been devastating enough. But to endure mockery from an outsider was unbearable.
In that moment, all Oust wanted to do was silence the voice that spoke his deepest fears aloud.
Sir Corper simply latched on to the tiger’s wrist mid turn, and spun with his trajectory, using the tiger’s own built up speed to easily toss the beast aside, as if the maneuver was no more than a passing twirl between dance partners.
Sir Corper simply latched on to the tiger’s wrist mid turn, and spun with his trajectory, using the tiger’s own built up speed to easily toss the beast aside, as if the maneuver was no more than a passing twirl between dance partners.
Oust latched onto the dirt, sliding back a good bit from being tossed with such force, his claws shredded the earth beneath him as he sank them down to catch himself. His eyes narrowed, and his nostrils flared at the humiliation he had endured. The beast snarled while Sir Corper kept on talking in that casual tone, never slowing in his movements.
"So much anger... So young..." Oust sharply retorted, bearing his fangs well.