Tyranis was in every way a force of nature as was reflected in his brilliant golden eyes. He had only joined Ruina a few weeks ago, but the young man was far too ambitious to remain in the lower rank of purgitorian for much longer. He had risen before dawn that morning with the spirits of Ruina all but chanting a single word to him. ”Today” . He had made straight for the battlefield shortly after, calling his father as he raced down the Maw to make his intentions known. Today was the day for his rite of passage. Today he would earn the rank of Dommiel. Raanee clung loosely to his neck as he ran then as they reached the wide stretch of grassless land slithered away to observe. Tyranis had made a promise to her as well as to Ruina and himself. He would prove his capabilities to her and once and for all solidify their bond to each other, her the queen of serpents and himself as the lord of lightning. He knew with absolute certainty then that he wouldn’t lose. He threw his head back in a challenging cry, calling to be met by anyone who would dare to face him in combat. In his mind he was already Tyranis Praetor; a Dommiel of Ruina. Speech Thought

Elias was leading the pups down the mountainside, preparing for a day of imp training among the treacherous terrain of Mount Volkan. The howl interrupted his plans, but the intentions behind it brought a wicked grin to his maw. He liked this Tyranis, he liked his ambition. He excused himself from his children and let them know they would be responsible for their own training today and to remain in the territory of the maw, something they would perhaps be thrilled about.

He wasn't far behind Ty, though he took his time more than his son seemed to. He followed him, watching him as the serpent clung to Tyranis' neck. He found himself the best vantage point he could from a distance, a slightly raised and bloodied hill. Whoever answered this call would hopefully gather that Elias was here to watch, not to interfere, judging from the thirty-foot distance he left between them.