afterglow

I should probably stop with my GofT references, LOL.

Týrr let out a small nod, placated, when the boy muttered that he would sleep. Though whether the boy truly took to the Rekkr's advice or not held no real consequence to Týrr, but in the place of his apparently expected hostility towards children that were not Tuwawi's — though that had been strictly within Duskfire Glacier — it felt kind of nice to not be a giant douchebag to this kid, who looked like he was ready to bolt at any given moment. It would have been easy to be, but still it was something of a relief to the Rekkr to recognize that he had not entirely lost what he knew to be 'himself' in the struggle of the merging cultures and personalities within him as he slowly — achingly slow — remembered more and more of Tezcacoatl: who he'd been before. He still had compassion, which was a good thing, though it seemed to be rather selective these days. The boy responded with a name Tryphon and though it was unfamiliar to him the Rekkr allowed a small smile to tug at the edges of his lips. “Tryphon, huh?” He responded, trying the boy's name out though his Scandinavian accent, picked up during his time in Odinn's Cove, caused it to lilt a bit differently. “A strong name.” He offered in a soft murmur of a compliment.

Strength was something that Týrr appreciated, and though the boy was a bit jumpy to the Rekkr, Týrr did not fail to see that he had great potential within him. “Yeah?” Týrr inquired with soft interest, though he made no move to pry. It wasn't his business where the boy came from, though there was something that kept pulling, nagging at his conscious. Yet, he could not draw upon it; and even if he could would not have. The boy might have known Tezcacoatl — it was a slim chance given the boy's apparent age with looked close to Maera's own, but even so, the Rekkr brushed it away.

Týrr, since the Glacier's fall and his determination to claim it's neighbor Frostfire Ridge, had not given much thought towards what it would mean to him, and to what it would make him. Obviously, he was claiming with the intention of leading those that would pledge their loyalty to him and the Ridge which would foster him, as Tryphon had pointed out, as the Alpha Male. He supposed that it would make him a King. A Tlahtoani, as the wolves of Coatl's Rise would call it, though it vaguely surprised Týrr that they even had a word for 'King' having been a strictly female led and dominated pack. “I'm not an Alpha yet,” The Rekkr responded modestly. “But I will be.” Confidence, determination, and persistence were not something that Tezcacoatl Týrr lacked and he would take what was his with fire and blood — though he doubted his claim of the Ridge would truly be as exciting as it could be fantasized to be. As far as the Rekkr was aware he had no competition for it and even if he did he would not so easily be displaced.