You Wanna Get Up, Let Go

Crafting an Item: Femur blade |Round |1|2|3|

He looked up from his work passively, his eyes calm as he looked the girl over. The resemblance to Rain was uncanny, and if he hadn’t known better he would have mistaken her for his own daughter. A soft smile curved at his lips, she was his sister, the scent of his father wafting off her fur confirmed it.

“I’m making a weapon.” He explained calmly. “Would you like to help?” He offered, his expression soft and patient. Unlike his full blooded sisters Tyranis felt a small connecting tug between himself and the pup before him. She was after all a Praetor and was destined to be powerful, unlike the two flighty sisters that had been the cause of so much trouble in his early life.

“My name is Tyranis, what’s yours?” He asked with the cadence of an adult speaking to a child.

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