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He had just refused.
Not in actions, in subtle play of words.
But with outright words.

It all happened so fast. His parents shouting at him, his mother seemingly exploding at the denial. Such simple refusal..
She made it seem like he stabbed her and told her to not be angry with him.
But he always knew something was wrong with her, and he could only continue refusing, standing his ground. She was shouting, yelling, calling him all sorts of things.

A brat. Spoiled. Fool. A stranger. A creature. Useless. Ungrateful.
A monster, for doing this to her.

Lies.
He simply refused to stay inside and follow her orders.. Why was she reacting in such a way?
She was the one in the wrong here, he was becoming an adult soon. How could you keep an adult stuck at home? It made no sense, yet him pointing this out and refusing to go with it was the worst thing he ever said since his coming out.

She kept yelling. Yelling as she grabbed him by the hair, then the neck as he tried to wriggle out of her grasp.
There was a lot of shouting then, from her, from him, his father. Everyone shouting things, but no one did anything as she forced him through the halls and back to the main living room. He tried his best to not let her drag him, digging his claws into the wooden planks and clinging to door frames. She'd only pull harder and smack or kick the offending limb keeping him in place.
He managed to look around at one point, catching the gazes of his father and the head maid.

His father only looked disappointed, regretful.
Did he regret me?
The maid looked sorrowful, conflicted.
Did she know this would happen?

Their expressions were enough distraction for his mother to haul him up by the scruff and shove him out the door, Shou instinctively shooting his arms out to soften his fall. The bricks still scrapped his palms and knees, but it stopped him from cracking his head open on the bricks. He had enough damage there.
Thinking his mother was going to punish him on the doorstep, he managed to scrabble away a couple inches before she was shouting again, something heavy hitting his shoulder.

"You don't want us?! You don't want our help?! Our love?! FINE!" Oh, it was a coin. "Then live on the streets and ROT for all I care, you disgusting creature! Some coin for you, as its all you'll ever get for the rest of your days!"

He jolted as more coins pelted his back, hunching over to avoid any hitting his head.

They clattered loudly against the stone path, and he could only find the sound mocking.

The door slammed shut and he sat there, kneeling on the stone path, surrounded by coins, with nothing left.
He felt shame, rising in stomach as he kneeled there, in front of a home that finally rejected him. He had been waiting for it, expecting it really, but he didn't think it would be like this.
He thought maybe he'd pack his things and leave without a word to anyone. Maybe they'd argue and it'd be calmer, he'd have time to gather his things and he'd shut the door on them, with one final glare. Anything other than being dragged by the scruff like an unwanted pet and being tossed out on the doorstep. Wasn't moving out supposed to be empowering?
This wasn't moving out..

He bitterly stared at the ground.

He was an unwanted prince, removed from his riches, and thrown to the dirt.

...
Maybe it was for the best.
Maybe he could live a better life, away from their watchful eye. He was an adult. He could figure this out. Wyngrew in town were kind.

He could only try to convince himself of this as he numbly began to pick up the coins surrounding him, barely registering their cold touch.
He could tell himself this was for the best as much as he wants.
But a deep part of him is saying he made a mistake.

He placed the last coin in his paw and shakily stood.
He shouldn't have refused so bluntly.
His legs began to move, he was walking away from his castle.
Maybe he could have convinced her to be more lenient, tell father to convince her somehow.
He felt weak but he began to walk faster. Was he running?
Maybe then he could've had time to bring his things with him. Maybe he would have more money than a few measely coins thrown at him in a fit of anger.
The forest was around him. His legs eventually found their way into them.

He made a mistake.
He couldn't take it back.
He hoped it wasn't truly a mistake.

Shou needed to find some help.

OH MY GOD FINALLY, YALL DONT KNOW HOW LONG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ARC TO BE OVER OOHHHHHHH
time for shou to become his own person

MAX WYNS

Description

previous: Taking Charge Are You

He had just refused.
Not in actions, in subtle play of words.
But with outright words.

It all happened so fast. His parents shouting at him, his mother seemingly exploding at the denial. Such simple refusal..
She made it seem like he stabbed her and told her to not be angry with him.
But he always knew something was wrong with her, and he could only continue refusing, standing his ground. She was shouting, yelling, calling him all sorts of things.

A brat. Spoiled. Fool. A stranger. A creature. Useless. Ungrateful.
A monster, for doing this to her.

Lies.
He simply refused to stay inside and follow her orders.. Why was she reacting in such a way?
She was the one in the wrong here, he was becoming an adult soon. How could you keep an adult stuck at home? It made no sense, yet him pointing this out and refusing to go with it was the worst thing he ever said since his coming out.

She kept yelling. Yelling as she grabbed him by the hair, then the neck as he tried to wriggle out of her grasp.
There was a lot of shouting then, from her, from him, his father. Everyone shouting things, but no one did anything as she forced him through the halls and back to the main living room. He tried his best to not let her drag him, digging his claws into the wooden planks and clinging to door frames. She'd only pull harder and smack or kick the offending limb keeping him in place.
He managed to look around at one point, catching the gazes of his father and the head maid.

His father only looked disappointed, regretful.
Did he regret me?
The maid looked sorrowful, conflicted.
Did she know this would happen?

Their expressions were enough distraction for his mother to haul him up by the scruff and shove him out the door, Shou instinctively shooting his arms out to soften his fall. The bricks still scrapped his palms and knees, but it stopped him from cracking his head open on the bricks. He had enough damage there.
Thinking his mother was going to punish him on the doorstep, he managed to scrabble away a couple inches before she was shouting again, something heavy hitting his shoulder.

"You don't want us?! You don't want our help?! Our love?! FINE!" Oh, it was a coin. "Then live on the streets and ROT for all I care, you disgusting creature! Some coin for you, as its all you'll ever get for the rest of your days!"

He jolted as more coins pelted his back, hunching over to avoid any hitting his head.

They clattered loudly against the stone path, and he could only find the sound mocking.

The door slammed shut and he sat there, kneeling on the stone path, surrounded by coins, with nothing left.
He felt shame, rising in stomach as he kneeled there, in front of a home that finally rejected him. He had been waiting for it, expecting it really, but he didn't think it would be like this.
He thought maybe he'd pack his things and leave without a word to anyone. Maybe they'd argue and it'd be calmer, he'd have time to gather his things and he'd shut the door on them, with one final glare. Anything other than being dragged by the scruff like an unwanted pet and being tossed out on the doorstep. Wasn't moving out supposed to be empowering?
This wasn't moving out..

He bitterly stared at the ground.

He was an unwanted prince, removed from his riches, and thrown to the dirt.

...
Maybe it was for the best.
Maybe he could live a better life, away from their watchful eye. He was an adult. He could figure this out. Wyngrew in town were kind.

He could only try to convince himself of this as he numbly began to pick up the coins surrounding him, barely registering their cold touch.
He could tell himself this was for the best as much as he wants.
But a deep part of him is saying he made a mistake.

He placed the last coin in his paw and shakily stood.
He shouldn't have refused so bluntly.
His legs began to move, he was walking away from his castle.
Maybe he could have convinced her to be more lenient, tell father to convince her somehow.
He felt weak but he began to walk faster. Was he running?
Maybe then he could've had time to bring his things with him. Maybe he would have more money than a few measely coins thrown at him in a fit of anger.
The forest was around him. His legs eventually found their way into them.

He made a mistake.
He couldn't take it back.
He hoped it wasn't truly a mistake.

Shou needed to find some help.

OH MY GOD FINALLY, YALL DONT KNOW HOW LONG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ARC TO BE OVER OOHHHHHHH
time for shou to become his own person

MAX WYNS