Indiana Bones

Tyrian's youthful energy combined with his excitement numbed him to fatigue so he continued to dig even after Chaos stopped. He couldn't wait to get his paws on some badass loot and he was really enjoying the time he was getting to spend with his brother. Angel and Rhys weren't around much and Ashmedai was fun and all, but Chaos had the teeth, a pack and swagger. If he had to pick a role model from the elder Imperialis bunch Tyrian would have had to pick Chaos.

The boy paused just long enough to visibly consider Chaos' suggestions and then nod to himself in agreement. Once he'd made up his mind he started to dig again. "I think you're right, those are good choices. Get me some sweet armor and something pretty for my future lady." He paused to think about something for a second then said, "Maybe a buncha pretty things just in case."

He whooped excitedly as he suddenly found himself up to his chest in dirt and his outstretched paw scrabbling against open air. Tyrian wormed his way free and then pressed his eye against the small hole. Of course with him blocking the only source of light to the crypt he could see nothing in the hole, but in the end it didn't matter. His imagination painted the prettiest picture. "I think I see something shining!"