Two Rivers Isle Mobile

Upon hearing that someone wanted his parents, that someone could possibly want to hurt them, Vassago's lips curled back to reveal sharp little fangs. A growl rumbled in his throat-but he stayed quiet, listening intently, ears cupped forward, to what his father had to say. But when Dad told him not to mention them, that they had other names, they couldn't even talk about their home....His face fell into a mask of utter confusion, even flashes of anger, and his ears flattened back.

At first, Vassago didn't understand. Even from such a young age, the boy was proud: he knew who he was, and he knew what he wanted in life, even if the details were a little fuzzy. He was Vassago Lanius-Rochester and he wanted the world to know it-secrecy just wasn't the growing boy's thing. Ending badly-even the young boy could imagine what that meant- was a thing Vassago didn't want to happen, though, and for a while after his father was done speaking, he was silent. His yellowed eyes glared visciously down at his paws, and his stump lashed once or twice in irritation. When he did speak-softly-, he didn't move, but his ears raised once again to show attention.
                      "Who are they?"