» Profile « Dubbance . Tyronic Alias . Tyro Age Young adult Gender . Brute Species . Lupe Painted . Brown Eyes . Teal-hued Nose . Ashen Coal Dame . Murdered Sire . Murdered Persona . Solitary, Manipulative, Assassin

» Sighting « While within the grounds of what seemed a desolate alley, you walk down a narrow passage of gray shadings, embroidered with only dust weathered about. You continue your walk rather un-aware of what you may find, but a lupine lying at the edge looking of melancholy and sorrow. His head hung over the edge of his forepaws and his rough tail just flickered a few mintutes after the next. It was borne onto you that something was the matter. Seemingly interested with what could be wrong, you started to cough a bit obnoxiously, trying to grasp hold of attention. The lupine could hear you, indeed, though he took it into his own matters to ignore you. He was quite amused, but his tail now flickered more consciously behind him. He only lifted his head once, to lick a wound that would never heal... » Voiced « He finally looks up at you. In a deep voice, he said,"Good morning to you, indeed." The sound erupted along the alley walls, spraying the dust down to the ground. His voice was coated heavily in a British accent, but nevertheless, low and kind. You stop in mid-cough, caught by the element of surprise at the turn of events. Stuttering slightly, you reply,"Well, you seem kind of sad... Laughter billows out. "Sad? I am far from sad." Then his smile fades. "I am filled with regret, indeed. Much more worse than sadness." Flicking his tail, he lay his head down in his paws, teal eyes shrouded with sadness. Crouching down, you stared into the Lupine's teal eyes. In a timid voice, you ask,"What is wrong?" Shaking you head in disbelief, scolding yourself for your manners, you ask in a different tone,"My name is guest, what is your's? Tyronic, indeed". His answer came out slowly, as if he had to rack his brain to remeber what it was. Sighing, his eyes once more lifted up, staring at you melancholy. "Must you inquire my life?" Lifting on all fours, he gives a sad smile, and says,"I shall, indeed. I shall tell you my story. »Story«