The snarl had the boy backing off. He had at least learned that much from his mother. That a raised or firm voice meant trouble. And doing what he always did when presented with the chance to try to make amends before an attack was imminent. His hands became clasped together behind his back as his gaze was set to focus on the floor. He tried to look as nonthreatening and apologetic as he could manage. It was something that worked with his mother from time to time. Sometimes he could ward off her anger by just looking so helpless. Of course that didn't happen as often as it didn't. Which was why he tried to seem relaxed he was still focused on the situation at hand. He was keeping alert for any little shifts to prompt him to run. It was the same way that he dealt with his mother. The exact reason that he wasn't as scarred as his brother. He had learned the signs to take off at and could disappear rather quickly. He had speed on his side. "Bitte?" It was a last ditch effort to try and sway the other his way.
Izaak lifted his head to glance behind him as the tail was mentioned. "Es ist meins." He had reached a hand down to touch it gently, rubbing at his prized possession. He wore it so often that he forgot that it was even there. "Ein geschenk ab Sascha." That was how he saw it happening. He fully believed that Sascha had given it up willingly. "Ich mochte es und Sascha gab es mir." The young boy had no idea that he had actually attacked his brother for it and the only reason that he still had it was because his brother/cousin was too scared to ask for it back. He sincerely believed that it had been a gift from the heart. Because of that he cherished it dearly and never allowed it to get too far from his possession. Still, since Unky Cotl had asked after it, Izaak untied it from his own tail to show it to the shorter yet older male and allowed for him to get a better look at it. "Ist nicht es schön?" That was the child's honest opinion of it. He saw his brother as being beautiful.
Izaak watched the exchange between the brothers with interest. His own asking nicely involved a few strategically placed licks and nuzzles. But they used words and remained separated. Were they even brothers at all? The quizzical was placed on his face, something that Sascha would be able to read through if he were here. "Ist das Ihr wirklicher Bruder?" The question probably sounded off the wall to the adults. But with how Izaak was raised it seemed weird that they could remain standing across the room from each other. As well as that asking only involved an exchange of words. How did that happen? It was so different from how he was raised.
The question had Izaak turning his attention from his father that was cleaning up the mess that he had made and turned to focus on his uncle once more. "Weil ich bin hässlich." It was the only answer that he had ever been given. There had been no explanation to it. And he had accepted it just like that. Izaak hadn't bothered to question it. He knew better than to question it. e knew that he wouldn't get an answer and so he had to be happy with what he was given. Because of that it was the only answer that he could give to his Unky Cotl's question.
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