#ic: taguel pride

[taguelbunnyboy]

🎄 "Huh." Someone's been hanging plants all over the place. "Do you know what this is?"

"You.. can't eat them. I tried last year, they are... not edible, to say the least."

Yarne sighs, looking away, pink gracing his face, as seems to keep happening whenever he sees his blonde-haired friend.

"They're... something romantic. I think. If you stand under it with someone, you kis-"

Yarne pales for a moment as he recognizes the context, then shoots SCARLET.

"You kiss the other person. And I don't... know everything about it? I... I imagine there's some way to get out if you... wouldn't want to..."

He nervously chuckles, looking anywhere, everywhere, except Forde's face.

"If you... if you..."

Yarne's words are failing him. He wants to say that if Forde wants to leave, he can. Which he totally can! Yarne wouldn't blame him for a second, but...

Why can't he get himself to say it?

[taguelbunnyboy]

"…"

Nothing.

Yarne… isn't surprised, nor is he mad. Bernadetta had gone through a lot - even if he didn't know what, he could tell.

But Yarne isn't stupid - he can tell by the wood blocking off the bottom of the door that she's in there - and wants to stay in there.

But… what good would a head of the survival club be if he left his only member afraid and alone?

So, Yarne grabs onto his beaststone, presses down, and curls up tight. Even if Bernie doesn't come out… she's safe for the night. He'll make sure she is.

Hard to be a survival club leader when it's a club of two.

Even harder when the only other member is nowhere to be seen.

"Let's see, where…"

Asking around with her classmates told Yarne she had been in her room for… a while.

"There we are."

Yarne would knock, but he knew better - that might set her off.

"Bernadetta?"

He softly calls her name, looking under the door - or, at least, attempting to. The door seemed barred entirely.

"If you want to have our next meet of the survival club out here, we can… we can do that."

He sits down outside her door. He… can relate to hiding away in his room - there was a time he would do that all the same. A friend let him grow out of that, find a way to not panic. Maybe Bernadetta didn't need that. But if she did, he would provide that.

by the time someone else visits she's cleaned up the mess on her floor, eaten whatever ferdinand's brought her and gotten her act together. it'd be romantic and rosy if something like that were true. instead the tray remains outside her door, not a thing out of place sans one tulip in a vase.

bernadetta cradles it in her palms, staring at the petals as the tips of her thumbs circle idly over the glass. she wonders if she'd be able to capture its warmth in a painting but already decides she lacks the skill.

then yarne's voice carries, soft, but it's enough to pass through the door and haphazardly shifted dresser. and something that is true, is that bernadetta has sobered herself enough not to stop, drop and roll all over again.

but she's tired, so tired. how can she even think about a club like this? no, she doesn't want to have their next meeting out there. she doesn't want a meeting at all. why can't he find anyone else?

yet most of all she doesn't want to bite back and right now bernadetta doesn't trust herself to open her mouth without doing just that. at least she has the clarity to recognize it. she's getting better about that, she hopes. almost even prays.

she does what she usually does, then, and pretends she isn't there. plopped on the floor, back nestled into a corner of her room, bernadetta closes her eyes and tries to lull herself to sleep, still holding the vase. with luck he'll leave her be within the hour.

[taguelbunnyboy]

Tear in my Heart.

Yarne had... well, still some struggles with reading Fodlani. Thankfully, Yarne had scrounged up some funding for some Ylissean books, trying to read them.

Sitting in his room, Yarne flips open the first book, absentmindedly reading. The book was... mostly uninteresting, just some texts on Ylissean manspawn history, but... it was something he could read. Until... there was that word. That six letter word of betrayal and broken trust. That word of promises left unfulfilled. Yarne breathes in deeply, attempting to ground himself in the flow coming in and out, but it isn't working, the walls are closing in, he's choking on nothing, and...

"Y... you'll be back, right? You always come back to me and mama..."

A sniffle escaped him, a hand to his head and steady words all that followed, Yarne having long forgotten (or repressed) those exact words used, but... he always remembered that last part.

"I'll come back. I promise."

Days passed. Weeks. Nothing. Yarne was...

ALL YOUR FAULT, HE LEFT BECAUSE YOU'RE A DOOMED SPECIES AND WHY WOULD HE STAY FOR YOU, THIS IS YOUR DOING, YOU DESERVE TO GO EXTI-

He... tried to excuse, tried to explain. Oh, he got sidetracked! Oh, he was elsewhere on the continent, fighting the Risen to come home! It was only in a late night with his allies around camp that he learned what likely happened.

Something went extinct in the taguel that night.

Yarne repressed, hid away, every memory of his father wiped like blood from a blade, dirt from his fur, until, when they finally made it from that hellshole, and to the past, while his friends, jaded, wounded, scarred as they were, most of them had both to return to.

He just had Panne.

"...Haaaah... haahh..."

In a moment, he's back to the present. His face pressed into the pillow, his body quivering and curled up tight. He... he missed Father. He wanted to... but no. Even if he knew his father in the past, it would be the liar. The man who promised something he knew would not hold.

".."

Yarne curled up, the book long forgotten. He cried himself to sleep that night.

[taguelbunnyboy]

“Hey hey, come to the Maid Café!” Cynthia yells at any passers by. She’s wearing a cute little maid dress, poofy and frilly, and goes down to her knees. She’s shoving fliers into the hands of anyone who will listen. “Hey- oh! Yarne!” She grins at her friend. “Here, take this and come to our Maid Café. We’ve got cute people of all ages dressed up and ready to serve you.”

"Wha - Cynthia!"

He... can't help himself - he does chuckle a little at seeing his heroic friend dressed so... cutesy.

Definitely pulled off the look better than he did.

Compared to Forde? ...Yarne'll get back to you on that.

"I... funny story - I already went and... served there? I mean, I'll definitely go again - especially since you're recommending it, I never really ate there, just did the services..."

He still had the dress hung up in his dormroom - even if he rarely if ever got much from there, it was still there. Along with a bunch of other trinkets he's picked up in his time at the monastery.

"Or... maybe we could handle a shift together sometime? I... imagine the hustle of it all would be a lot easier next time with someone like you on the staff..."

Sighing, Yarne runs a hand along his uniform pants - even these didn't fit right. At least he had his armor on over them.

"I-if you want, of course."

Cynthia was a good friend - who better to protect a taguel than a heroine? It was like the stories Panne used to tell.

Although a lot less about giant monsters trying to kill them all.

[taguelbunnyboy]

🎄mom kisses for yarne

Yarne shakes his head, sighing as he looks up at the plant. He remembered these from Baldr's Bounty, way back when... wow, that was a while now, now that he thought about it. But he knew these had... some kind of romantic tendencies attached, but Yarne still didn't know what, fully.

He did know that he couldn't eat them, sadly.

"O-oh, uhm, Professor-"

It isn't one of his professors, but he has seen her around before, and there they are, and Yarne isn't sure what's going-

Yarne is tall. He know he is.

But he somehow ends up kneeling down and having his head absolutely littered with kisses - which... was a surprise.

Not a bad one.

"I... uhm, thanks?"

Yarne's red as a beet, but he's smiling like an idiot.

It was a nice feeling like home, like Ylisse. He hoped the rest of the festivities would feel as toasty as he does inside.

[taguelbunnyboy]

“Thank… you?”

He… was pretty sure that chocolate was… well, not as bad as the mistletoe hanging overhead likely was, but… still, his stomach had been really bad whenever he was desperate for food and… may have snatched a candy from Gaius (and promptly apologized when found out.)

“Sorry, that came out awkwardly, thank you for these!”

Yarne takes one and…

…Ok. No negative reaction yet, and it was… tasty, even if there was a kick to it he wasn’t expecting…

Yarne gulps, swallowing before nervously smiling, and giving a shaky thumbs-up!

“I… liked them?”

Here’s hoping there wouldn’t be an after-effect for them, and if there was… one of his friends would take them, worst comes to.

“You enjoy yours too!”

And Yarne walks off, praying to Naga his sleep would not go disastrously tonight with stomach aches.

🎄(if it isn't too late)

Yarne wanders the celebratory hall with a small pep in his step, even with the loud atmosphere of it all… he's alive. And safe, above all else. An event like this? No one would (probably) go for him here. No, for once, Yarne could… enjoy himself.

So, of course, Yarne still finds a way to be awkward.

"Oh, uhm, hi… sorry!"

Yarne rubs his head, wincing as he bumps into the loud one - for as large as he was, he still sometimes struggled to pay attention. And here he was, bumping into… a carrot? Wait, no, check again, Yarne.

Not a carrot… but very carrot-colored.

"…I like your hair?"

He awkwardly chuckles, moving to go, before he spies that ever-inedible plant above his head. Crap.

there were certain figures in the crowd that happened to catch his eyes, as they swam about in the sea of students that ebbed and flowed through open hallways.  it became more evident in the snow, as the fellow’s long, manelike hair and tufts of fur seemed to suit the holidays with ease. he hadn’t managed to strike up a conversation, not for lack of trying but for lack of opportunity… but it was only a matter of time before Ferdinand had his foot in the door, as he was determined to introduce himself before the year’s end. 

Ferdinand had been made keenly aware that he knew fairly little of the world at large. (and the urge to know more, see more, understand more, made him want to bridge the difference.) nowhere in Adrestia did they have beastfolk. the only beasts were those whose blood no longer favored humanity. but there were many cultures unheard of in these parts of Fodlan, graced with just as much good as any other. 

“Excuse me!”

he had no intention of making a spectacle of the young man, but everytime he saw his tall cut and downturned ears, Ferdinand wished to ask after him. (is it hard being far away from home? does your culture go about life differently than ours? is it rude to ask? have you been enjoying your life at the academy?) it’s colder now, but he hadn’t noticed, as he was enveloped in the delightful warmth of the academy kitchen, having baked for a number of hours just for the occasion.

”I am Ferdinand Von Aegir, eldest son of the noble Aegir household. I’ve been looking all over for you!” 

giving pause, he could have sworn the young fellow had said something about his hair...? he always loved complements, however. "Why thank you. I like your hair as well. I try to keep myself well-groomed, haha."

there is no coincidence that they are alone, nor was it just by chance that Ferdinand had caught him under the mistletoe. it seemed like the little sprigs were planted everywhere, so Ferdinand decided to embrace their presence with new design. pressing his hand to his chest, he proudly presented his fellow colleague with a wrapped bag of cookies—sprinkled with cinnamon, sugar, and a dollop of chocolate in the center. they were assorted by vanilla or carrot batter, as he had been a little too excited about making a good impression. 

“I’d… very much like to get to know you.” without an ounce of shame, he spoke his truth. “so I thought long and hard about how I’d begin to bridge that gap, and it lead me to this.”

”enjoy your yuletide!”

[taguelbunnyboy]

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps

It's unclear whether Forde himself is awake, and if so whether he'll remember doing this. Regardless, he wraps his arms around the taguel and gently kisses his forehead.

"Iloguraz-" He mumbles. Insightful

Nightfall. Curled up tight, bestial form long taken, the floor hard wood, yet the blanket atop the curled rabbit provides enough comfort.

...

But any comfort would be given for the company of this friend.

Sleep comes hard, but Yarne's used to that - he can barely sleep in his own dorm, anyhow.

When sleep does come, Yarne softly breathes in, out, in, out. He was glad that he had a friend nearby.

"Mmhpmh?"

Yarne's eyes shoot open, a brief moment, as he feels a feeling atop him, but... sleep comes back. It's fine. Nothing's wrong - nothing could be wrong when he's safe with a friend.

"...Night, Forde..."

Sighing, Yarne's breathing continues in subconscious rhythms.

Extinction felt further away than it had been in almost 2 decades now.

[taguelbunnyboy]

Time was… weird. All the fear and death around Yarne the past month turned out little more than an illusion. Which would’ve been fine… if it didn’t turn out the past year had been skipped. Which… horrified the taguel. On the one hand, he had successfully survived a year he didn’t even know happened, but on the other…

As Yarne walked into the monastery letter areas, he gulped. A lot of people had excess mail, obviously, but… his was filled to the brim with letters. And that scratchy signature couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else’s but the only other taguel left…

“To my hare-brained son,

Why haven’t you been responding? I explicitly told you to write back while you were out in the new continent. Your lack of a response puts our race to shame. I expect a response, and soon.

-With agitated love, Panne.”

Yarne bolted to the nearest sheet of paper. Ylissean was easy enough to write, so he could at least get out a… moderately easy note back.

“To a clearly very angry mother,

I am sososorry for a lack of a response. All sorts of magic have been in effect, it seems. I would explain more, but that’s never been my field of expertise. I will be writing much more, now. Don’t worry.

-Very belated love, Yarne.”

That… was easy enough. Yarne reached into his satchel for a few gold coins, and handed the letter and the required money to the person he was supposed to (Yarne prayed it was the right person), and went to his room. That was a panic the taguel did not need…

[taguelbunnyboy]

[ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair fur

Mrrrp?

Yarne woke with a start - it had been a stormy, stormy night, and Yarne was not good with those.

Still, the sensation of a hand running through his fur shoots his eyes open with a crash of thunder as loud the one outside their window.

"Gah!"

His eyes readily rake over everything - the hazy flames and the sheer lightning painting a contrasting lighting - before, finally, settling on Forde, looking onto him, and Yarne just… breathes in, and attempts to calm down.

"Sorry… storms scare me."

He shakes his head, curling back up. He was sleepy, scared, but beyond all that?

He was content And more than content to let Forde's hand guide him back to slumber.

Naga, Yarne was lucky to have a friend like him…

[taguelbunnyboy]

"Ah!"

Yarne jumps slightly, making eye-contact, crimson eyes glimmering in the low, tangerine torchlight of the event. He liked the festivity - it made people more docile, and less likely to end up going after him for any reason.

And the (ever-tragically inedible) small green herb hangs overhead. Maybe he can try and find some herbal remedy from them at some point, to get into the festive sense...

"Uhm... hi?"

That is... very orange hair. And an... odd outfit.

Oh, Naga, is this a priest? Yarne didn't exactly want to be forcibly converted to Fodlan's goddess, since... well, he'd been brought into this time by Naga. He knew she was real and had power, and didn't want to be rude to her.

"...I like the outfit?"

Yarne tries to breach the silence, pulling at his own uniform - even if he preferred the taguel armor he had (it was one of the few things he could claim to have from his people for it's intended purpose,) he had grown to... not be against the student uniform, especially with the... liberal usage of the different changes he was allowed to make.

Even if the outfit was still not properly fitted for a tall figure such as himself. Ah well.

He was stared at far enough as is.

🎄

Pandreo has heard of beastfolk, at the very least from excited infodumps from his sister's fellow retainer. He's met a couple of dragons, even the Divine One - but are they beastfolk? Radiant, illustrious, yes, but perhaps not quite the same. But the next turn of Pandreo's head, he locks gazes with a young man who he can only describe as...furry? And also, terribly skittish, with long ears like a rabbit. A beastfolk, if there ever was one. This party might be a slog, but it's not like he wants anyone to have a bad time. Maybe he can make someone else's night a little better. But if he's learned anything from watching Merrin, it's how not to treat people of other species like dead bugs in a science project. He won't stare, he won't touch. He approaches with soft steps. Is he doing this all wrong? "Hey, how are - "

[taguelbunnyboy]

[ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver.

Yarne knew the academy was full of untold dangers - it was part of why he had the survival club made in the first place! So much risk, so much danger, it was a wonder he even came out of class at times.

Maybe because a certain blond helped him feel safe enough to, now that Yarne thought about it.

Weapon classes were still scary, but Yarne put his all into each one: he had friends to learn to protect, after all. He struggled with lances, though - they weren't being used like how he was used to, not being used with heavy armor or from pegasusback, no, grounded, fast, intimidating. Damn it, Yarne hated it. But he tried.

…

Didn't stop the taguel from zoning out mid javelin practice. The only reason he wasn't hit was… someone had jumped in, taken the blow… no. Forde didn't deserve this, nononono…. nonononononono….!

"Medic! Medic!"

Yarne shifted, taguel streaking through the monastery halls, injured friend on his back. Flashbacks glared behind his eyes, friends he failed to protect, friends who died on his back because he wasn't there fast enough - this would not be one of those times. No more mass graves. NO MORE.

The taguel burst through the door to the clinic, laying Forde in the cot. He didn't know the procedure the doctors used - he didn't care. He wasn't losing his friend.

As the doctors did… whatever they did, Yarne curled up against the foot of the bed, a furball the size of a horse, merely… listening. The faint breaths of his friend, the hushed voice of the doctors. He would be ok. Yarne breathed out a quiet huff, shifting back to humanoid form, and, promptly, passing out himself. He did what he needed to.

[taguelbunnyboy]

"Happy birthday Yarne!" Forde approaches the bunny between classes. "Congrats on making it through another year." He smiles, and hands Yarne a piece of paper. "I was looking through some old sketches the other day and found this. It's is the one I was drawing the night we first met." A nighttime view of the fishing pond, and a figure by the waterside. "That handsome fella is you."

Yarne was used to his birthday being just another day - if you're likely to die from making loud noises, a party, gifts, everything of that nature, was just a beacon for a Risen strike that takes out an entire group of friends - Yarne had seen that firsthand. There was a reason he hadn't found most of his allies celebrating their birthdays. So... this? This... meant a lot. Like, a lot a lot.

"Oh, so it... so it is!" Yarne looks at the drawing - Forde had a nice artstyle - Yarne wasn't used to seeing many drawings, not exactly something people had time for, but... Yarne could get used to it. He looks away at that last comment, cheeks a little redder than usual - handsome? Really? He was... able to survive. But he had found that meant little in terms of handsome to his eyes, and... well, there wasn't any taguel anymore who'd be able to distinguish his desirability in taguel terms but his mother, and... well, that felt weird.

"And... I don't know exactly if 'handsome' is the word? I mean, I've had no luck in terms of getting anything to continuing the taguel... I think that's part of why Mom sent me here..."

Yarne blinks, before he realizes he's blushing, looking even further away, but still partially wanting to keep eye contact - maybe it's selfish to try and feel close to a friend, but, well, Forde was a friend. In a place that, while more homely by the day, still felt foreign, meant a lot.

"But... thanks? I.. sorry, words are kind of mixing up for me right now..."

He bites the inside of his cheek, shaming himself for not giving a better thank you. Someone you care about gives you something? Return it better!

"No, wait, seriously; means a lot. Thanks."

That was... better. Oh Naga, Yarne's just embarrassing himself more and more.

[taguelbunnyboy]

Ok, not so bad so far... oh, up, he's going up, he's going up, he's airborne.

Yarne was... well, for all his timidity, on the larger side of his comrades. He could jump pretty high when shifted, sure, but... verticality on two legs was new. But... hey, Yarne didn't mind.

Especially at the words - Yarne practically melted, but, no, he stood strong. He couldn't lose himself in the... soft feeling in his chest at the praise.

"Uhm... sure? I can stay in my two-legged form if you need..."

Yarne was a rescuer when all fours - race to the frontline, pick up the injured, get them back to safety before the Risen swarmed in. He was built for speed, he needed to be fast enough to save them. And, as much as winning would be nice... c'mon, after that, you're gonna be rude?

"Oh, and... uhm, if I go too fast, or too slow, whatever, tell me - I don't wanna leave you in the dust, or myself in the dust... I should've worded that better, anyways...!"

Yarne smiles as his hair is ruffled, before walking over to the field, paws hitting the familiar-feeling texture of soil with a small smirk.

"Let's do this! Hope I'm not too much, or I'm not too little energy..."

Naga, Yarne was feeling better, but still.

Father is... a rough word for the taguel. He left. Promised him he would come back. Yarne was waiting until he went back in time. Even there... it's too unclear who it is. And if he remembered... gods, he didn't think he wanted to. He left him to suffer. He left Panne a widow. Yarne blocked it all out.

And yet...

Watching on the beach, the blonde older man surrounded by younger students, and that sign...

Yarne felt lonely, all of a sudden. He didn't... really have any good way to breach the topic - but, he would have to try.

"Uhm... sir?"

Yarne looks down. Damnit, this would never work. He was too old compared to the other students, everyone else seemed younger, he was coming up on 19, he couldn't afford to look weak in a place like this, the other students would mock him to extinction! No. Focus.

"I... uhm, saw the sign. And... I don't really... remember what a father is supposed to do for a kid? I... sorry, I should explain this better..."

Yarne inwardly curses himself. You're better than this. More postured than this. Why do you fall apart at this topic?

"Anyways... I know I'm probably outside of the intended age of students by a year or two... but... if it isn't too much, could you... I don't know, do whatever fathers do?"

This was either going to help unlock memories he had long shut away, or laugh the taguel out of Garreg Mach forever...

By now he was well aware that there were all sorts of people in Garreg Mach and the Abyss, some of which with unique and amazing abilities that allowed them to transform into all sorts of different creatures, but each time Lambert met a new one he couldn’t help but smile in surprise- which slowly shifted into a smile of sympathy as he patiently listened to the student’s words, taking in every stammer and pause.

An orphan, it seemed. Or at least, someone who sadly was deprived of their parent at a young age for whatever reason. Lambert wouldn’t ask, he wasn’t here for that.

“First of all…there is no such thing as an appropriate age for this. You are doing just fine, fear not.” Though he hesitated a bit at first, not wanting to startle or scare away the student, Lambert eventually placed a hand on his shoulder. “Second of all…”

He paused, humming. “...actually, it is best if I show you, rather than tell you.” Lambert smiled, then proceeded to give Yarne a bear hug, getting him off the ground by a couple centimeters. “ ‘Atta boy, you did great in your approach! I know there is some extra confidence somewhere in there, but do not feel forced to go for it. Take things at your pace and do your best, that is more than enough in my eyes. And if anyone teases you about it, I will take care of them myself, and remain by your side for as long as you need me to.”

He added with a light laugh, before placing Yarne back on the ground and ruffling his fluffy hair. Of course, all with fond gentleness.

“Say, wanna play catch or run around in the field? I cannot transform into a large rabbit, but I trust those legs of mine can do the job!”

[taguelbunnyboy]

"I'm... glad you're here, Lucina. We'll find our place."

Yarne shook his head, ears primed up and alert. He was home, or the closest thing to it now. He had his Shepherds. Wherever they were was home. He wished some of the others were here as well, though... Morgan, Gerome, Laurent, Kjelle... so many he hadn't heard from in a long time.

"We've been through the same baggage, Lucina. I... I don't think you could weigh me any further than that timeline already did to me."

He adjusted his uniform - the black cloth still felt off on his fur. He wished he could just wear his armor, but something about 'public decency' disallowed it...

"Still... I have so much to tell you about! I've... actually been able to attend classes... I've learned some weaponry... I'm actually able to help... unlike what I was like back in Ylisse..."

He shakes his head, running a paw over the red streaks of metal that were his Killer Knuckles - practice made perfect with them. He could fight. He could actually protect the people he cared about now, instead of leaving them to extinction.

Understanding weighs heavy in her heart. They are products of the same tragedy, after all. They knew grief before they had gotten a chance to know themselves. Lucina offers a weak nod.

"It's hard, I know." More than anything. It had driven her near mad back there, in the Ylisse that she saved but could never claim. It is how she ended up here in the first place. "All of these years that we fought so hard to get to live, and yet now that we have them..."

Around them, Spring has given way to Summer. The world is alight with life, there is a promise of tomorrow.

Lucina shakes her head. "Forgive me. I needn't give you my baggage when yours is heavy enough." Her smile has changed, shifted into something leaden with emotions she has yet to find words for. "We will find a place for ourselves yet, friend. I am sure of it."

[taguelbunnyboy]

His focus was on the fight, he was trying his best to stay focused.

But the feeling of a soft, cooling touch on his fur told him he did it.

He bought enough time.

"We don't have the time to waste here!"

He'd... probably feel bad about this later, but go time.

Darting his head through Mikoto's dress, Yarne pulls her onto his back, charging through the flames, red eyes glancing behind at every crevasse, every large rock, waiting for more cultists to pounce.

Thankfully, with the exception of the fire spells he dodges, most of the attackers seem to fail to keep up.

...

...He recognizes that dripping onto his back leg, falling from on high.

"Crud."

Yarne rapidly untransforms, pulling Mikoto into a jagged nook, taking account of it all. A gash. A bad one, too. Easily could be infected.

"You're hurt. Badly."

...He wished Brady was here. He would be able to fix this up in an instant. Or Lissa. Or Maribelle. Or any of the other healers.

"Let me..."

The uniform never really fit him, anyhow, so he didn't mind what he did next.

Ripping off his uniform jacket's sleeve, he tries to wrap it tight around her leg, grimacing at the sight.

"...This'll last until we get back to normal land. I hope. Now let's keep going - I think I hear more of those... people..."

A Goddess's Wrath

showcase | faith +1

[taguelbunnyboy]

Wait, there was a collar, Yarne must’ve missed it in the big dog’s fur.

He couldn’t… really tell what gender it was, really, so he stuck to referring to it with ‘they’, mentally. Nor a name.

Maybe there was one on the collar? Even if there was, he kinda… liked referring to it as just “good doggy,” and giving it a name would just… be kinda odd.

Imagine if it had a person’s name… that was something Yarne never got, naming animals after real sapient beings.

Maybe because he was both, a sapient being, and… an animal.

Well, depending on who you asked, he was an animal.

He liked to think of himself as more than just a beast.

“You’re so fluffy, aren’t you…”

Yarne continues his scratching pets, going from the ears, to the back of it’s head, to below their collar (which it seemed to really like.) Seeing this, Yarne smirked, continuing his kind assault.

“You like that, don’t you.. you like having the “big, strong bunny man” handle the little stress in you, do you?”

It feels… good, to take these words usually targetted at him, and aim that at himself in a humorous way, instead of the hurt they were made for.

“Just tell me where to scratch next, you… big, fluffy fellow!”

Yarne… doesn’t honestly expect any response, let alone anything more than just a simple ‘woof’, but still… he wouldn’t mind some direction, since this is his… first time, petting an animal like this.

Biting The Hand That Feeds