Turace's gaze narrowed slightly from where he sat across from the High Lord of the Silver Eagle Demon Tribe.
The High Demon Lord was a hulk of a man, with a thin, lithe built, his movements were fluid and brimming with agility, his eyes were sharp and piercing...a true eagle's gaze.
As he sat there, his thin long fingers extended into claws that strummed casually on the long table set between them.
He donned a cloak of pitch black feathers and his silver hair was trimmed short to the back of his neck.
There was an aura of pride and dominance resting over him as he sat up straight, his fierce eyes narrowed as he spoke in a tone of confidence as though he sat at the very top of the world, looking down on everyone else.
Just at first glance, Turace felt this High Demon Lord awfully reminded him of his brother's pet eagle with it's pompous gaze and ruffled feathers.
