He's beginning to believe in these new gods.

The Earth God had both intrigued and frustrated him - disgusted him because of his hybrid blood, but impressed him with his seemingly endless knowledge of everything. He had set a quest, too, one Tyradon had some misgivings about - to interact with the other species, to befriend and not harm. But the beast craves power more than anything, and he knows he will complete his task if it gives him back the magic he so sorely misses. He decides to try and maintain an open mind - difficult, for one as shallow as he - and not judge the other gods until he has met them properly. If they can feed the fire of his greed, then perhaps he can disregard their mutant appearances and begin to respect them.

He moves through the forest, drawn by an energy he can't quite place. Cynder sprawls across his back, claws hooked into his flesh to hold her in place against the rocking of his powerful body as it moves, seeking the source of the disturbance. There is quite a crowd already gathered - Tyradon recognises Aurelia, that filthy and loud-mouthed mare who sorely needs to learn her place; Morir and Sheba, his fellow Regime members. Others, too, mongrels one and all; there are no pure equines to be seen, and the warmaster smothers a sneer. For once, he lurks towards the back of the meeting, as though stripped of the arrogance that had him march straight to the front and speak his mind last time - no, he will try a different method this time around. He sticks to the shadows, frosty gaze locked on the goddess that looms above them, cursed with both horn and wing - repulsion rises in him, yet he quells it swiftly, remembering his quest. It might compromise his chances if he brazenly insults the Earth God's sister, wife, whore, whatever the hell she is - he is content to scan the rest of the crowd and the Moon Goddess herself with an expression of mild curiosity. If she were stripped of her mutations, gloriously naked, perhaps he could find her attractive - as it is, he simply shifts his gaze away and to the other gathered individuals, each licking and begging at her hooves for her to bless them.

Attending these drops is something Tyradon has adopted as a mission, of sorts - as well as trying to earn back his own power (and further it, if possible), it also gives him an opportunity to see what other Helovians are asking for, to note down their own magical abilities and file them away for future reference. He is particulary interested in seeing what Morir and Sheba crave, as their talents could aid the Regime greatly - such a shame they are both cursed with mutations. ""

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[ Magic: Earth x Wind | Ability to summon and control razor-sharp leaves, or use existing ones as a weapon. ]