Sharp Teeth Gone Soft

"A kit is what we Taguel call a child. I have children" she answered the first question before getting on with the others "there are just no masters, the shepherds do not like the idea of it as it can be used very cruelly." Hoping this explanation was enough.

Masters? Cruel? The very thought brought a soft, disbelieving laugh to Yorn’s lips. “Masters aren’t like that,” he assured, easing down to sit at the base of the tree near him. Taguel children was an odd idea, he’d never actually considered such a thing. He had been a child once. “I was a kit,” he amended aloud. It was odd on his tongue. Kit. Hard sounds and a foreign word.

Yorn was getting better at walking for long periods of time. He didn't have to stop as often to rest, nor to panic about his situation. A pattern of chimes lulled the Taguel into a steady pace through the wild until, to his surprise, he caught an unmistakable scent. Seconds later he was sprinting, and once he'd broken the cover of the trees he flung himself into a desperate hold on the other's midsection with a squeak of impact. Safe at last. Thank the gods.

Although the first bit of news greatly confused Yorn, he diligently listened to the rest of the answers he was gifted with. They didn't serve to comfort him much. "K-Kit?" he further ventured. "What's that? Um... How's there no Masters?" This was all so far out of his league, so frightening to one who had no memory of freedom.

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"Could you help it?" The tactician looked Yorn in the eyes. "I’m sorry, Yorn, but maybe it’s for the better… I mean, if you were someone’s pet…"

Yorn continued to sniffle and clutch at his companion's attire, desperate for a better hold on the fact that he wasn't alone. "I-If I'd gotten out sooner, I could've fou--found help," he grasped. "It's not for the bet-etter! I loved my Master, and now I don't have one and when I d-do have one maybe they'll be mean or not want me a-and..."

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"Hey, hey." Vinnie’s voice went soft again as he shushed the Taguel. "Everything is okay, Yorn… You did what you could."

"It's not okay!" Yorn countered. With each little shudder the bell at his neck rang faintly, almost in reminder of what he'd lost. So pure a note to remind of so tainted an event.

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His expression was grim. “Oh gods… I’m so sorry, Yorn…”

A faint whimper broke the dam once more. He ducked his head down to press into his newfound defender's shoulder and shook with emotion. "I-I tried!" he pleaded, "I tried to wake hi-him up b-but he wouldn'-- n't!"

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"Ah, gods." Vinnie’s expression darkened. "I meant, Yorn, my apologies. Before I linger on that too long… ‘Master’ Hawthorne?"

Yorn nodded carefully and looked to their feet, grief threatening to well over again. "Yes, sir... He... He wouldn't... wake up..."

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The blonde maintained a smile. “So where are you from, Yarne?”

Yarne? "Y-Yorn, sir," the Taguel murmured. "But if that's what you'd prefer I-I can..." A gentle sigh breathed from him. "Master Hawthorne's property."

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Vinnie smiled at the Taguel. He didn’t say anything, just set off for the garrison.

Yorn was perfectly content to trail just behind the man who had helped him, arms still wrapped around his shoulders should that be allowed. It had been so long, or so it seemed, since he'd had contact with anyone.

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The tactician chuckled. “Then come with me, bud.” He considered mentioning the Shepherds, but decided that it might scare him. “Food and a warm bed await you.”

The prospect of getting to stay with someone was enough, but throw in food and a bed? There was nothing to deter the Taguel now. "Yes, sir." A few more seconds were spent pressing his face into the other's shoulder as he composed himself, then finally he nodded once more.