Body Talks

With each passing day Tyranis could feel his confidence in Erövrare growing; He had accumulated a small following of wolves that were worthy of his notice, each of them strong and willing to follow a leader that they agreed was strong. He was sure that when he raised his pack other like-minded wolves would flock to him. He was greatly satisfied with himself and pride rolled off of him in waves.

He walked through the graveyard of the forgotten gods with his head high, pacing the grounds with an air of possession, assured that the lands were his by right. He had no plans to claim the plateau, he would be content to let his empire grow within the shrine and forest he had already heavily marked with his scent. The plateau smelled of victory and Tyranis reveled in it. He would be a king again, a true lord of lightning, and even in his fathers absence he could feel the weight of his ancestors and the demons that had been bound to them on the air.

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