Boredom, stubbornness, and a hidden streak of optimism: these things combined in a little white fuzzball with small wings instead of back legs, making Scarborough unable to dwell in the mires of failure and false starts for long.

His first attempts at using magic to push away the bone-litter that was the obstacle-strewn ground of Canis had not been successful-- and worse, had failed in sight range of someone who proved to be related to him, someone whose opinion automatically he cared about, and who further had proved to be kind and encouraging; he would never admit how mortifying that was. Still, though, the idea flickered in his mind, unable to be ignored, promising him inches more towards the illusion of independence that he hoped to one day achieve. Subsequent attempts had not been so hopeless; the bones had jumped slightly instead of wiggled, and a few times he'd managed to actually shove them aside with enough room to create a little pathway.

Small victories!

And it was in the spirit of celebration of those small victories-- and, of course, constant practice, because one could only improve with practice (right?) that Scarborough was attempting this again. This time, this morning, it was working-- he slapped his paw against the ground, and away jumped the bones, as if he were a proprieter of selective gravity. It was excellent, and even the fact that they didn't move that far, and only a few of them jumped, creating a relatively short trail-- even that wasn't enough to discourage him.

Because they'd moved at all. He'd moved them. Himself. He could move around in whatever capacity now, just a little at a time, without needing to get someone else of the so-kind-and-so-wonderful bonebound to move bones out of the way for him, or carry him, or bring him what he'd been looking for, or.. anything else. A little pathway was still a pathway at all.

Smile on his blunt muzzle, which so often wore dour frowns, and brightening up all four of his red eyes, Scar dragged himself forward cheerfully, eager to explore--- anywhere that wasn't the very small radius he'd been occupying up to this point.

@Cure

"Speech" | 'Thoughts' | @Scarborough
Sorry about the wait ;w;
Paws moved quickly through the area. Stiff and searching as nostril's flared and eyes moved quickly. She had only just recently returned and had bolted for her fortress. What she had found was something she hadn't expected, but knew would happen eventually. Shards of multicolored gems scattered her fortresses' floor. Leaving behind the knowledge that the creature created between her twin's mother and Kerberos had emerged. Her heart had been heavy with the fact she had missed the birth of the child, but it was soon replaced with worry. Where had the little creature gone? It was that thought that sent the leopard moving quickly.

Subconsciously she tapped into her magic. Horns and eyes taking on a glow that was passed on by her father. As far as she was aware her mother's stone did not glow like the way her father's did. Instantly the sensation of gembound's heartbeats flooded her. It was no hard task to pinpoint where each different beat resided within Canis, but she ignored them all. All but the one she familiarized herself while the little creature was growing within their Chrysalis inside of her bone fortress. Rounded ears jumped into attention when she finally caught it within the swarm of other heart beats and she quickly moved towards it.

Before too long her gaze landed upon the creature. White fur, crimson feathers. A strange sense of joy overtook her upon seeing the creature and slowly she padded closer. It was only then that she took note that the little one was dragging itself along the ground. It's hind legs being replaced with only wings. Confusion fell through her, but she pushed it away and gave a soft call to the little one. She wondered if he would even know. If he would recognize the one that always staid close to his chrysalis. She was not the child's parent and nor was she even truly related to him. Bevy had not been her blood mother. Kerberos, only her dear friend. Remedy would be half siblings with this wonderful creature, but Cure would soon find herself stricken with worry that this creature would not see anything for her.

"Hey there," She spoke to him gently, her warm voice even surprising her by the amount of affection within it. She hadn't realized how fond she had grown of him even when she had only known that he was an unknown life growing with a beautiful gem. She knew even if Scars did not find any recognition within her that she would try to gain his friendship.