Evelyn, Evelyn
Tyranis moved through his forest with his head held high, taking account of his land now that it had adjusted to being occupied by a pack. The forest had showed few signs of being densely inhabited before, but now it seemed what little life had dwelled within the sparse shelter of its trees was gone now.
He paused in his strolling as he came upon a woman he only vaguely recognized. He supposed he had seen her when he raised his pack, but the event itself had seemed like such a cataclysmic failure in hind sight that he did little to remember it. The woman had a distinct look of a bond servant and for a moment he considered calling for Hannibal to hear his assessment of her. The thought was quashed instantly as he considered calling for the little serpent of a man and hearing some oozing flourishes of diction from his liar’s mouth. No. He would find out what he wanted his own way.
“Good evening.” He greeted cordially, tipping his head slightly in a gesture that was far more formal than the battered woman deserved. “You are a bondservant, correct?” He asked with feigned kindness dancing in his eyes.
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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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