Abaven, as large as it was, made finding neutral ground difficult, but today it was of the upmost importance that he did. Raane wove silently at his heels, her black tongue flickering purposefully as they made their way over the cliffs. With a soft croak Moses landed on his back, the large bird’s feathers still ruffled and his milky eye pointed at the road ahead of them.
“You’re sure it was him? A large white male with black and gray markings?” Tyranis asked.
“Yes and the red pup.” Moses spoke in a hushed whisper.
Tyranis glared at the thicket and plains that held Abaven, the sea crashing tremulously behind him. Slowly he lifted his head back and called for Acere, fully intending to get an explanation for his uncle’s abandonment.
Speech, Thought, Moses 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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