RIP AND GUT.

(affiliated tyrian callows.)

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@iburned

“ pardon me, but you look rather... familiar. ” the stranger folds his hands behind his back, pacing around the young huntress while letting out a low hum of acknowledgement. it is only for now that he feigns how knowledgeable he can truly be, allowing for the ruse of failing memory to present itself to the young huntress. 

don’t mind the growing smile on his face. it is nothing but a nasty habit.

“ ohoho, now i remember~! you fought in the vytal festival didn’t you? one of the semi-finalists, if i may recall correctly. ”

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@reusmater

“ and so she’s here~! miss raven branwen, in all her flesh and glory. ” it is a good distance away that tyrian calls out the figure familiar to only him. once a former huntress at beacon academy, now the feared leader of her precious tribe to which she held so dear. all thanks and praise was given to his queen, for she had given him as much information needed on ozpin’s former expendables. if she was here, he wondered... had the brother been here as well?

only time and digging would help him in that regard.

“ aww, little birdieeeee~ ” the assassin sing-songs, making the slow and painful tread towards her with a suppressed cackle.

“ what’s wrong now, hm? don’t have anything to say? ”

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@akouomilo

have you ever met a rabid dog without its muzzle? they are such foul creatures, gnashing and gnawing with every attempt to escape its temporary prison. the beast desired one thing and one thing only, and that was to hunt. they lived to sprint and claw at any moving thing they could tighten their jaws around without a second thought. attack dogs were monsters, you see.

so what was a canine without its restraint upon their shivering maw?

fear.

without the present guidance of his goddess to sick him in the correct direction, tyrian had been at a loss. not a major one though. shell shock in a completely new realm was bound to make an individual go a bit buckwild. the assassin, though, knew he still had a purpose. track down those who got in the way of her plan. eliminate the do-gooders right were they stood-- right where they would take their last breath. 

all of it was for her. and only her. 

naturally, tyrian made himself right at home. deep between the crevices of tall sky scrapers and abandoned buildings alike he held a poor individual hostage. with his tail he had lifted them up by the neck, tightening it ever so slowly as they choked and whimpered pleas of release. 

“ ohhh, you poor, spineless little thing you. ” his smile widens, yellow eyes glinting with malicious desire.

“ don’t worry. once you tell me what i need to know, i’ll make sure your sacrifice is a glorious one. ”

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its me, ya boy. gonna cap this ad at 4 likes; castmates exempt. 

a fair warning, though: there is a very good chance-- like. a 90% chance that tyrian is going to be violent towards your muse. if you’re okay with this probable outcome then please by all means give this post a lil love tap. thank you in advance <3

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tyrian callows | rwby

deadly assassin

totally and utterly devoted to a woman he calls his goddess, his grace, his queen, etc etc

yeah i don’t know either

has a scorpion tail but no stinger... wonder why that is

the cackling hyena of the bunch

he’s. a lot

please stay away from him at all times thank u

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RWBY Tropes: Tyrian Callows

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