5/27/2026, 2:07 AM
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You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC
3-1-3 OC
SpeechEmotional Actions Thoughts
Khyan’s ears tilted back slightly at the cobra’s words, though whether from offense or uncertainty even he did not know. Children.
Maybe they were.
The young dragon shifted where he stood, exhaustion heavy in his limbs after the long journey, but his posture instinctively angled closer toward Idalie and Tyra both. Protective. Solid. His shoulder brushed lightly against Idalie’s as though to reassure himself she was still there.
Purple eyes flicked toward her first at the sound of her soft voice. The tension in his expression eased immediately. He leaned down without hesitation, pressing a brief nuzzle against the side of her neck before drawing back again.
Then his attention returned to Pharaoh.
The dark wolf’s coldness was impossible to miss. Khyan felt it settle over the group like shade before a storm. His stomach tightened beneath it, but he held the ruler’s gaze anyway despite the nervous fluttering beneath his ribs.
Tyra looked worse.
The scent coming from her wounds made his nose wrinkle faintly; infected, festering, wrong. It dragged an ugly memory to the forefront of his mind, something beyond this life, ugly wound infected beyond repair, the sour smell that clung to fur no matter what happened.
His tail lashed once behind him before stilling.
Khyan lowered his head then, not submissive exactly, but respectful in the way he’d seen others do back up at that castle.. Quiet acceptance. Quiet offering.
Whatever these wolves asked in return, he was prepared to give it if it meant Tyra lived long enough to make it home. If it meant he, could go home.
