He wandered through the caverns with practiced ease, having journeyed to them frequently when his initial pack had claimed the north. Even so far from Ruina’s former territory he could feel the faint tug of the demons and hear the cadence of a voice as the wind whistled through the caverns, although with his father gone it was hard to say if he truly felt the demons or if they were only his imagination. His father had taken his mother by force at the behest of the demons, he was certain of that. They had driven him to her, for the express purpose of his conception, perhaps now they had driven him away from Ruina so he could rise again and lead the family he had sworn his life to. He turned into a cavern and his wandering thoughts came to a halt as he came across a ruddy male who appeared to be in some distress.
“Do you need help?“ He asked softly, trying to avoid startling the young male. He carried the confidence of a leader, his head raised, ears pointed forward, and a neutral expression.
Speech, Thought, You
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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