Zythrax beady crimson eyes bored into Tristan's with undisguised menace. "Jest all you like, dog!"
Jerking back, he whirled on one booted heel and stalked across the cell, flinging out one arm in a broad, imperious gesture.
"Behold your surroundings, fool! This wretched cell, these savage beasts, your torment - mere trifles to the Cysgodol brood. We march toward glories undreamt of by mortal mongrels when next the black moon bathes our pack in its crimson radiance!"
Turning back to face Tristan, his eyes were blazing with unholy fervor and something darker...madness, perhaps.
"With each waxing cycle, my father's power and influence spreads further like a dread cancer - inching ever closer to the seat of human dominance itself." Zythrax spat the words with venom, lips twisting in revu
