will i become my worst enemy

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If this offended creature had attacked prior to Týrr's mental and emotional shitstorm he would have handled it in a much more docile manner. Diplomacy, these days, remained strictly reserved for those of his own species and even then it was an iffy subject at best. The Rekkr still prided himself on keeping calm, on being level headed but if he were truly capable of maintaining that anymore he did not know. Everything had changed and Týrr understood the simple truth that if he did not want to let it destroy him, if he wanted a place in this up-heaved world then he had to change in accordance. He was not ignorant as he had before, but not totally aware of who he was yet, either. There was uncertainty surrounding Tezcacoatl and Týrr even though the two dominate cultures and personalities had begun to merge into one. There had been no inner war; yet. Though this brought with it the question that if he did not fully remember the Amazon Prince within him — would Manauia continue to follow him? Considering that she was following him now was even a bit of a stretch, mind, for he knew that the Amazon woman would never fully bow to him. Always, she would feel some level of disgust for him for he was nothing more than a slave who had risen higher than his meant to be station at the decree of a sympathetic Queen who had made the mistake of loving her only child: her only son.


Despite his assurances that she could leave him and return to Coatl's Rise at any time that she wished, that he did not need her, it was the Amazon woman that he turned to for advice, or when he had questions that he was brave enough to ask and whose answer he sought regarding who he was before the injury and it's resulting amnesia. 

Wrenched back from his thoughts when his teeth made contact with the avian's leg, the shrill cry from the creature causing the Rekkr's ears to splay back against his skull as crystalline blue eyes watched the other creature's climb where he stayed safely (and smartly?) out of Týrr's range. The owl's question brought puzzlement to the forefront of Týrr's mind, offering the feathered fiend a quizzical look until realization dawned upon him. It was such a natural thing for wolves to do, and the only time he could truly claim he came into contact with other creatures was when he was hunting them; and it wasn't as if he held conversations with his prey. “I wasn't relieving myself. I was marking the Glacier's territory. Lands that we, as a pack have claimed. So there is a clear warning to those who are unwelcome.” The Rekkr explained with well tempered and mannered patience, as if he were explaining it to a very small child.