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He shifted slightly as Legion came to attention, momentarily worried now that he could see the full state of his injuries. To date Tyranis had no scars to speak of other than the small crescent of fang marks on his forehead where a coyote had bitten him. Legion however didn’t seem to mind his injuries, and so Tyranis saw little reason to call attention to them.

“The demon mother vanished, and in her absence our father was at the full mercy of the demons. He fled in search of her but could find no trace of her.” He explained, calling forth everything he had learned on Mount Vulcan. “He has joined my ranks now and is slowly recovering from the mind-blight.” It was a term he had never heard or used before but it seemed appropriate for the condition his father and his brother suffered from. He had reason to believe it flowed heavily in the Praetor bloodline but none of Elias’s recent get had showed any signs of it.

“I called for anyone that remained in Ruina to join me, but no one but Korinna answered.” He ignored that Legion had been among those absent and instead focused on his true enemy. “Acere, Elias’s brother took his children to Abaven against their will, and now he plots against us.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke of his uncle, unable to help the curl in his lip or the bristling in his hackles that seemed to come naturally whenever he spoke of the white wolf.

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