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Bozzwick:“Hah… I’ve… Kind of been.. Well, procastinating on talking about this matter but.. I guess it is worth mentioning since it does have to do with my past. So, you see, there is this whole greater and lesser fang crap of which I don’t know if it is still going on in the present day or not, but to put it as blunt as possible: There used to be, or still is, whatever, a huge gap in terms of social positions between those two. Greater fangs are those guys with the huge claws, wings, fur, yaddah yaddah, the whole package! And then there’s the lesser ones, like I was. They usually only had few things that would identify them as a fang, presumably due to interspecies couples somewhere along a family’s ancestory.”
“Now, the deal is, being born a lesser fang will have you fucked pretty much right away. Because the greater ones are.. Well, to say the least… “Iffy”. About having some incomplete weirdos running around. So more often than not lesser fangs will have the few things that define them as bat’s trimmed down when they are young. They used to strip me personally of my wings, claws, and right eye. Although the eye was later on discovered by my future boss and… Surprise, he did not take it lightly that I had kept it for so long and disposed of that issue himself, which brings me to the next point:
Often times lesser fangs are sold off to, or just plain taken by the nobility of the greater ones at rather young ages in order to make them “pretty servants”. I must’ve been about.. What? 10, or 12 years when my parents had sold me off to that god awful family in order to pay their depts off. From that point on I can talk out of experience that they’ll raise you to be quiet and obidient. That, and they will actually keep you cleaned up nicely. You’re not supposed to be a hard worker, more so you’re… Yeah, sort of like a trophy, I guess? You’re essentially not supposed to voice your opinion and so long you don’t complain and do as you’re told you were actually on the safe side. If not… You’d learn to do so, really. I’ve experienced that soon enough starting my last 3 years of service before they got fed up with my behavior encouraged by a… Friend. Former friend. Anyway..”
“We… Uh. We had collars, so people outside of the house would be able to pinpoint which lesser fangs belonged to somebody. They even added a colored gem stone on them in order to show which house specifically. We weren’t allowed to take them off, unless there was no way around it.”
“Those uptight fucks were quite determined to demolish any kind of indesireable trait in one of their “pets” and so you could expect a lot of corrections in body position and speech patterns - that is when you were allowed to speak up - and while it starts out a little stern but otherwise harmless..”
“… You do better to keep to that or else they may lose their patience and bring up more drastic teaching methods. I won’t go into detail about that but it used to be quite… Bad.. Messy at best. I… Quite regret that I used to let that “old friend of mine” manipulate me for such a long time. I may have been better off not making such a cruel turn, but.. Fuck. I don’t.. I don’t think that would’ve been any better than being here now. Anyway I.. I… Actually I. I think I lost track, perhaps I’ll talk about this subject another time again.”
