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shadow and flame follows out behind Sephiroth - a posture familiar to the little ones before them but alien in its own way, claws to big, to thick yet dextrous and a head shape bearing traces of another lineage with teeth far more inclined to break bones owing to a diverging ancestral species lineage hybridised into a new singular species strain - indoraptor - parts taken fro two top predators f their own ranking leagues smashed and refined into one beast of frightening strength and speed.
9 feet of scales painted the colours of a dark fire catch the light in their new territory, the sands outside the canyon and copsed tree forest a harsher gaze on most - but he found himself suited fine.
oddly it's like looking at smaller feathered visions of himself - but they lack his darker scales or his lurid orange.
Talyn's molten eyes glance between the three - he wonders if he knew them from forgotten past lives but no they'd be too young, but memory twitches at their language, it sounds familiar - parts like a muscle memory, enough that he knows it to be language not just growling and chirping or simple movement.
he shifts on his claws, thick sickle claws tapping on his feet as war looks between the small ones then to sephiroth "I don't think they understand you" is his observation - though they seem to know its language themselves, had the typhoonians showed them that much?
he rumbles in his chest, distorted in a way - he is not a true raptor after all - but he postures stiffly all the same as an accompaniment "why are you here?" in rougher terms but an honest query from the shadow fire scaled beast that always carries the faint scent of burnt cinders and ash - he knows the typhoon are allies, thus he is less suspicious considering the aid given also.
9 feet of scales painted the colours of a dark fire catch the light in their new territory, the sands outside the canyon and copsed tree forest a harsher gaze on most - but he found himself suited fine.
oddly it's like looking at smaller feathered visions of himself - but they lack his darker scales or his lurid orange.
Talyn's molten eyes glance between the three - he wonders if he knew them from forgotten past lives but no they'd be too young, but memory twitches at their language, it sounds familiar - parts like a muscle memory, enough that he knows it to be language not just growling and chirping or simple movement.
he shifts on his claws, thick sickle claws tapping on his feet as war looks between the small ones then to sephiroth "I don't think they understand you" is his observation - though they seem to know its language themselves, had the typhoonians showed them that much?
he rumbles in his chest, distorted in a way - he is not a true raptor after all - but he postures stiffly all the same as an accompaniment "why are you here?" in rougher terms but an honest query from the shadow fire scaled beast that always carries the faint scent of burnt cinders and ash - he knows the typhoon are allies, thus he is less suspicious considering the aid given also.
[align=center]HYMN OF RUIN
TALYN HARBINGER
Count bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
© ceilidh
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