Snippet #1717433

Gyos sat on the steps of his hotel, playing with a pebble. He would lift it, drop it, then reverse it into his hand. This was one of the only things he could manage with the time manipulation gauntlet outside of the League. It was never as strong outside of the arena.

Letting the stone drop, he checked the sun. It was nearly time for him to get moving. Whistling softly, he alerted a massive beast in the shadows. A massive three-headed, alien looking hound. Its six ears perked up, as it rose to its feet, its two skeletal tails swinging happily. It bounded to his side, eager to start the day. Gyos pulled the hound ahead, and lept onto its spiny back, carefully spreading the spines to avoid any awkward spine placement. He pressed the hound forward,

"Osiris, let's go boy," and he gave a light pat on his middle neck. Immediately Osiris bounced off through the crowds, taking back alleys and shortcuts through the hustle and bustle of the city downtown square. They had been through this way many, many times. Osiris, surefooted and swift, reached the outskirts of the main city, descending into the tighter residential centers and even further, into the seedier areas of Star City. These were the slums of Star City, where Gyos was born and raised, and oddly enough, where his grandmother lived. His grandmother had raised him as a child. He still often visited her, he cared for her greatly.

His grandmother, Granma Hielo (Hielophyn) was nothing ordinary, she was strange and awesome as a result. She was the only woman he had seen threaten a crime lord. Scary, she was, in a good way. Nobody messed with her, for what he didn't know why. Her demon might have a part in it, but more likely, her history as a great fighter in the arena.