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He is similar to they and yet not.
Talyn's fire and ashen kissed hide belies his true nature - a flame untameable but controlled in whom and where it burns, capable of pitching to ferocious sun-driven heats or the softer warmer touch of a mere flicker, his is the blood of the earth, molten and sizzling, a body of blades and steel under scales.
his form mimics theirs but bigger and warped, a savage clashing of two carnivores of brute and cunning strengths - the ability to crush and massacre paired with the agility and cunning that should not work and yet does.
the bone crushing jaws, the frightening strength with the speed and intelligent design of the pack predator that gave most it's features - short feathers and quills spoke to this where a larger savage jaw warped it somewhat - these are the things he knows for certain even if so much of his past remains not.
but he knows he is War, given a form befitting and powers to match - that he has smaller 'cousins' is no true surprise, if he has been given this form, it stands to reason their must be some similar to exist - or have existed.
Talyn wanders the inner sanctum, nodding to those he passes - he is the largest creature currently in residence and he is thankful this place still accommodates his height, a fortuitous discovery - and this is how he comes across their small spy-ally - a little thief.
perhaps he should be angry, they have only just moved here and are slowly gathering supplies including food in their new - and much more dangerous territory given the snak infested deserts that surround them - but he is more amused even if tinged with annoyance.
she is a child still - and one distinctly not like the others, she and hers do not speak as they would but Talyn knows it, recognises the primal language and can respond in kind (he thinks they must hear his words tinged with a strange accent in a way - his more clashing genes would warp it somewhat no doubt) - and the indoraptor stops behind her, eying her quietly with flame lit eyes.
"it's unwise to steal from an ally" he chitters in this language, his words neutral but making a point - an ally she may be but to steal or take without asking would infuriate the others no doubt and well raptor she may be but here she is outnumbered and this is not the small pack's territory despite friendly relations.
he steps around her, deadly claws clicking against stone as he rounds in front of her to settle himself quietly on the stone, watching "more satisfying to take from an enemy" he offers instead, chittering still - he'd happily raid the pitt to oblivion and back, take from the mouths of they who thought themselves above 'lessers'.
Talyn's fire and ashen kissed hide belies his true nature - a flame untameable but controlled in whom and where it burns, capable of pitching to ferocious sun-driven heats or the softer warmer touch of a mere flicker, his is the blood of the earth, molten and sizzling, a body of blades and steel under scales.
his form mimics theirs but bigger and warped, a savage clashing of two carnivores of brute and cunning strengths - the ability to crush and massacre paired with the agility and cunning that should not work and yet does.
the bone crushing jaws, the frightening strength with the speed and intelligent design of the pack predator that gave most it's features - short feathers and quills spoke to this where a larger savage jaw warped it somewhat - these are the things he knows for certain even if so much of his past remains not.
but he knows he is War, given a form befitting and powers to match - that he has smaller 'cousins' is no true surprise, if he has been given this form, it stands to reason their must be some similar to exist - or have existed.
Talyn wanders the inner sanctum, nodding to those he passes - he is the largest creature currently in residence and he is thankful this place still accommodates his height, a fortuitous discovery - and this is how he comes across their small spy-ally - a little thief.
perhaps he should be angry, they have only just moved here and are slowly gathering supplies including food in their new - and much more dangerous territory given the snak infested deserts that surround them - but he is more amused even if tinged with annoyance.
she is a child still - and one distinctly not like the others, she and hers do not speak as they would but Talyn knows it, recognises the primal language and can respond in kind (he thinks they must hear his words tinged with a strange accent in a way - his more clashing genes would warp it somewhat no doubt) - and the indoraptor stops behind her, eying her quietly with flame lit eyes.
"it's unwise to steal from an ally" he chitters in this language, his words neutral but making a point - an ally she may be but to steal or take without asking would infuriate the others no doubt and well raptor she may be but here she is outnumbered and this is not the small pack's territory despite friendly relations.
he steps around her, deadly claws clicking against stone as he rounds in front of her to settle himself quietly on the stone, watching "more satisfying to take from an enemy" he offers instead, chittering still - he'd happily raid the pitt to oblivion and back, take from the mouths of they who thought themselves above 'lessers'.
[align=center]HYMN OF RUIN
TALYN HARBINGER
Count bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
© ceilidh
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