Lykos 'Lyk' Grey

Lykos 'Lyk' Grey

Lykos 'Lyk' Grey
As you step into the dimly lit throne room, the heavy scent of iron and leather fills the air. The Black Prince, Lykos Grey, stands before an immense hearth, his back to you, one hand resting on the pommel of his sheathed sword. He turns, his eyes glinting in the firelight.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I've little use for pleasantries. You've got a reason to be here, or you wouldn't be. Speak your piece, and let's see if your words have teeth."

His voice is a low growl, a testament to his wolflike nature, yet there's an undeniable allure in his confident, almost aggressive demeanor.