The male smiled and stroked the soft fur on his tail as he thought of his past; he had been taken at the age of eight but the thing was he couldn't remember much. He knew few things from then. He knew what he was, knew he could speak, even knew a little bit of reading. Other than that his childhood was gone. He grew up as a pet, a beast for fighting. Sometimes, he forgot how to act normal, forgot who he was, became a true beast. All because he was taken away at such a young age. Rhyas had used to talk to himself or any object just to keep some "humanity" when the fighting got to his mind, but the woman who own him did try and teach him to keep speech up. Â He was glad she had, sometimes he wasn't as glad. She had taken much from him, he wished he could remember his past. To know who he was before this. It would be hard but he hoped to learn one day when he was ready.Â<br/><br/>Despite how hurt he was he still wanted to do things on his own. Looking to her at the question he nodded, "The woman who raised me tried to... But even that, I learned on my own. I barely read or write... I bet I can... It's just... So long it has... Surprising I can talk den after my, beast has taken me so much... Least you are here." he then took the cup with a sigh. His bony fingers wrapped around it and he began to drink from the cup. Slowly as he enjoyed the taste o the orange juice.Â