Better Heads Need Shut Eye
08-13-2018, 11:02 AM
Tyranis was in every way a force of nature as was reflected in his brilliant golden eyes. He had only joined Ruina a few weeks ago, but the young man was far too ambitious to remain in the lower rank of purgitorian for much longer. He had risen before dawn that morning with the spirits of Ruina all but chanting a single word to him. ”Today” . He had made straight for the battlefield shortly after, calling his father as he raced down the Maw to make his intentions known. Today was the day for his rite of passage. Today he would earn the rank of Dommiel. Raanee clung loosely to his neck as he ran then as they reached the wide stretch of grassless land slithered away to observe. Tyranis had made a promise to her as well as to Ruina and himself. He would prove his capabilities to her and once and for all solidify their bond to each other, her the queen of serpents and himself as the lord of lightning. He knew with absolute certainty then that he wouldn’t lose.
He threw his head back in a challenging cry, calling to be met by anyone who would dare to face him in combat. In his mind he was already Tyranis Praetor; a Dommiel of Ruina.
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Tyranis has a melanistic king cobra companion named Raanee, and a half-blind raven companion named Moses unless otherwise stated assume they are always present
Although it doesn't appear on his tables Tyranis' tail has been docked
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