it's not what it looks like
Ianto listened quietly as Remi explained about his father and the way things had been for him as a child, his musical voice making the story seem lighter than it actually was. Internally he frowned, though of course a fox did not have the same range of facial expressions. Still, he turned a furry head to nuzzle against the lion's side, as if in a gesture of comfort. If they do exist, they most likely wonder about you as well, he said, sighing and letting his tail flick this way and that.
I had a lot of siblings, growing up. But none of them were related to me, he said. I don't know who my parents are. I was found on the streets as a babe, and forced through the shapechanging ritual shortly after. I grew up with my adoptive 'parents', though it turned out that they were illegally trafficking shapechangers. I was sold to Warren when I was barely more than a child.
I had a lot of siblings, growing up. But none of them were related to me, he said. I don't know who my parents are. I was found on the streets as a babe, and forced through the shapechanging ritual shortly after. I grew up with my adoptive 'parents', though it turned out that they were illegally trafficking shapechangers. I was sold to Warren when I was barely more than a child.
