Blood in the Cut

His ears raised as a stranger approached him and greeted him, his pensive thoughts leaving his mind in favor of the regality being a leader afforded him. “Greetings.” He replied, his head raised proudly. From his neck Raanee uncoiled herself and flicked her tongue at the stranger, her hood raising slightly at the promise of a possible threat. “Food?” She inquired quizzically, earning a soft smile from the lightning king. “No my dear.” He replied. “Ignore her.” He told the stranger, then padded closer to him, his tail waving behind him like a mist. “I am Tyranis Praetor. Who are you?” He asked, keeping his tone firm but not without a polite kindness.  

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Raanee