Ghosts of the Forgotten

He felt a wide grin spread over his features, more and more it seemed people could sense his lineage and the spirit inside him, but for now he would keep that to himself. “Well, hopefully I’m not here to rain on your parade.” He said with an almost cocky smile, glancing over the woman quickly in a modest appraisal. She was beautiful, there was no denying that, the rich auburns of her coat seemed to blend into saffron and gold marbled with thick ebony, if she had been a Praetor she would have housed a tiger’s spirit.

“My name is Tyranis.” He introduced with a polite tip of his head. “What brings a beautiful woman such as yourself to a dreary place like this?” He said with a flirtatious quirk. His mother had always taught him to be loyal to his lovers, and his father, when he wasn’t suffering from the mind blight had been wholey devoted to Zuriel. But did anyone expect him to stay true to Leera? Or Aranea for that matter? Demons take it, they couldn’t even stay loyal to him, and lords above, Leera hadn’t even given the courtesy to wait for his children to be born before she prostrated herself to that scarred black dire. For all he knew she was sucking his cock while the pups were still blind. His thoughts touched once again on Korinna, and he felt a small twinge in his heart. She hadn’t shown any interest in him other than undying loyalty, but sometimes he wondered… He pushed the thought from his mind and focused on the woman before him now, she was a fine creature, not dainty and fragile like the dowager he had at home or the snake creature Hannibal bedded. She had no need to adorn herself with baubles, she was beautiful in her own right and he sensed she was strong.  

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