Tyrson stood with the sun shining down on him. He closed his eyes and spread his wings, each feather sparkling in shades between white and black.

A young girl was brought to him and forced on her knees "Master, we brought your slave" A man said, she whimpered and bowed lowly

He smiled softly. "Thank you," he said, though it sounded more dismissive than necessarily a real thank you. He looked at the girl. "Hello, Luna. How are you doing today?"

She whimpered and said softly "H-How d-do you know my n-name?"

His smile turned cold, almost bitter. "I am no more human than you are, dear one. I am aware of many things that others simply..." he waved his hand to symbolize out the window, "aren't."