The world was a cruel thing for Tyann as he rose; eyes blinking open with a bleary sort of wrath. His office, if one could even call it that, was a respite from the rest of the castle and the grounds, and was marginally attached to the stable-grounds by a singular hallway. The hall was adorned by simple, easy, yet colorful murals of all sorts of beasts. Some wore golden chains and collars, others were covered by barding of platinum, silver and brass. The murals continued into his office, and on the ceiling above his desk and chair in the barebones room, was a massive red, gray, gold and black fox with twelve tails. The fox’s face was pulled into a mouth open grimace, and from it’s maw hung a single paper lantern.
The room was dark besides, and in the darkness, Tyann’s eyes were tiny blue-green points of light. A ‘paper’ window behind him was filled with the light of the sun, and cast his form into stark contrast with the rest of the room. There was an incomprehensibly loud scrape as Tyann stood, mouth snapping open into a grimace as his head complained against the noise.
His bare feet slid forward on the ground a singular purpose filling his mind, as he strode out of the room and towards the kennels. Tyann’s hand snapped out as he grabbed his mask, tying it around his head as he moved onward. His eyes darted about before locking on Ari as he entered the space.
There was a moment where Tyann simply took in the scene before him, watching silently as Ari fed the creature and whispered both to himself and to the beast. A faint smile crossed the Beastmaster’s lips before he settled it back into a pressed line.
He audibly sniffed, focusing ever harder on Ari as his feet carried him into the kennel with the nexu. “Don’t bother. I am here. … How is young ThornPaw?” Tyann’s voice was a harsh rasp, clawed hands coming to rest on Ari’s shoulder as the masked Beastmaster came to a nearly silent crouch. A hand snaked out, grasping the nexu, ThornPaw, by the scruff as he pulled the small creature into his arms. The damned thing began to growl, opening its mouth with an intent to bite and scratch, before Tyann made a sound not unlike the ‘mrowl’ of it’s mother. The cub stilled for a moment, flinching as Tyann’s ‘claws’ pried the maw of the little beast open to peer at the fangs. When satisfied, he dropped the little thing back by its food, making another noise that seemed to set the little beast at ease.
His focus turned back to Ari as the noises left from his throat. He had spent years, YEARS, training himself under other men and women who understood beasts… And found them ALL lacking. All of them, idiots at their crafts, somewhat. Practice made perfect, and with talent like Tyann’s, practice made perfect and then some. His eyes slid over to the jar of oranges and honey, and with a bright smile, he slid his gaze back to Ari. “And that is only partly why you are the best hand I have ever hired. How does this morning find you, Ari?”