Against Your Walls Against Your Rules Against Your Skin

*Tyranis* · (This post was last modified: 08-20-2018, 06:45 PM by Tyranis.)

Tyranis awoke in the middle of the night, his heart pumping wildly, his paws flexing and digging his claws into the earth. “It’s time.” The thought had persisted endlessly since his last anticlimactic visit to the battlefield, and almost too embarrassed to repeat what he considered a failure he had avoided returning. He watched the mouth of his den, the silvery light of the moon casting long shadows from the stone edges that predominated the maw. “It’s Time!” He drew back, rising to his feet, startled. It was the voice of Ruina, of his ancestors, of the demons. Silently he left his den, stopping only at the den of the Apollyon and the demon mother. “Father…” He called in the darkness and without waiting for a response he charged down the bluffs of his home.

He stood on the battlefield yet again, letting the humid wind of the summer night breeze through his fur. “It’s Time!” a voice only he heard demanded and with steeled resolve he lifted his head in a fierce battle cry, demanding to be met, demanding that his destiny be fulfilled, demanding to become a Dommiel of Ruina.

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