Just Four Walls and a Roof

Their own pack? The young boy looked up into Ty’s steel eyes, and knew that his father could do it. He could create a pack, something new and better than the one they were leaving behind. He hadn’t been in Ruina for long, but the only thing that had been in it for him was Ty himself. He lost nothing with Ruina’s demise.,

Was this what his mother had lead him to in the end? She had let him to Tyranis, and it seemed Ruina had been nothing but a stepping stone to greater things. He knew that Ty wouldn’t forget his promise to him, to teach him to fight. To teach him revenge.

His smile was slow in the making. Haunted by the horrors he had witnessed, the loss of his heart and soul - and perhaps, even a part of his sanity. The spark of hope that Tyranis had kindled in his chest seemed to bloom a little brighter. Ty wanted a name? Perhaps Astraios had one for him. A word he had heard at one point in his childhood. A word his mother had spat from her lips in the shadows of the evening when she thought him asleep. Back when he was soft and nieve, his view of the worlds limited by the love of his mother.
“Erövrare” he would whisper softly.