Amon's coat was drenched. Utterly sodden, the man could do nothing but languish under the weight of his fur. He was already soaked, there was no point in seeking shelter now. Pawstep after squelching pawstep, he went on his way. A morning spent hunting had turned into an ambush. Amon was not proud of himself for being so ill-prepared, and sent a glare skyward. The gods of the sky would do anything to cause him misfortune, he had long ago accepted this as a simple fact of life. Well, he would not give them the pleasure of seeing him so downtrodden. Even as the torrential rainstorm continued to fall around him, Amon was unfazed. Well... Mostly. There was no helping his mood. It was blackening faster than the summer storm clouds which rolled overhead. His neutral expression was slipping closer and closer to a snarl, his blue eyes positively glacial. All he had wanted was a meal but he could not even be granted that, oh no! Well, no matter. Perhaps that evening he'd oversee the children in pursuing larger game on muddy, unfavorable terrain to cheer himself up. His stomach growled, insistent on reminding him that he ought to be perfectly capable himself. He sent the offensive organ a glare all it's own, thinking to himself that he would rip it out with his own teeth if the feel of gorging himself on fresh flesh weren't so sweet. He licked his lips. Alright, so a meal was definitely in order. There was no getting away from it. Damn this mortal frame, he thought. As it so often did, his mind drifted to his childhood fables. Gods ate nectar and ambrosia, meals which see no equal in the mortal realms. One bite and he would never have to eat again, evermore fat and happy. He lusted for it, and the thought kept him warm even as the rain continued to pour down. "Talk" "You" Think

Welcome to where time stands still,
Where no one leaves and no one will.

Why she had traveled to the larger continent could not be said, perhaps the witch simply wished to be away from her labyrinth of trees. She was already soaked, the onslaught of rain kept her ears down and an irritable expression on her face. Still, she trudged on, moving through the new patch of woods that she came to wander. Her massive paws squelched and slopped in the mud with each graceful stride, her confidence showing even through her apparent misery. White fangs flashed against the drab shadows of the weeping woods, the wraith moving as though she was one with the shadows through every prey trail until she came upon something tantalizing. The scent of wolf permeated the air and saw the woman salivating as hunger saw her pupils dilate. Automatically her tail flipped up and the shadow queen was on his trail, following along the line of paw prints as she trotted hastily after the wolf.

By the smell of it, the wolf was a male that was virile and healthy, and the thought of a challenging meal only egged her on. Quickening her pace, Naamah lets her paws hit the muddy earth with heavy pounding steps that sounded almost like war drums. Her frame was massive for a female, for many males even from what she saw, and as a result she sounded heavier than what she was. Catching up to the male, the woman catches sight of a dark shadow moving off in the near distance and she changes her direction from trailing to bee lining straight for the cloaked figure. Radio silence came from Lilith until she caught up to the male, his size shocking her into stillness as she looked him over. She stood a few yards away, plenty close enough for the male to have heard her sudden charge and halt. As she waited with her eyes wide and stance spread to hold her weight, Naamah found herself gaping at the giant of a man. What had started as an interest in food, now became an interest in how a wolf got to be bigger than she was.

She said nothing, was struck speechless even if she should be caught gaping at him. She managed to pick her jaw up off the ground and shut her mouth, however. Naamah watched him alertly, rain pouring all around her and even raising steam from her back. Naturally high body temperature showing in the cold air of the wet day. What would he do if he turned around? He was too large to make a meal out of, and seemed too strong to be taken down, perhaps he would be good for conversation.

"Naamah speaking." | "Lilith speaking." | Translations | Talking to Lilith / Thinking.

The sound of another wolves' approach was evident even over the deluge. There was not much underbrush beneath the willows and the streams. He turned in time to see a wolf, remarkably large but a wolf nonetheless, headed his way. She came to an abrupt stop, seeming to catch sight of him as well. He was remarkably familiar with the posture she bore before it broke into a startled halt. The intent in her eyes. Hunting, hmm? he hissed in his thoughts. She had caught the demigod in quite a mood. He turned on her, slowly. His head was held low, not in subservience but rather to serve a lazy, disenchanted gait. "Can I help you?" he asked, gravel in his low baritone, but sweet as molasses. It was hardly a question he thought she needed to answer, but he prayed to the Fallen God that she would. The idea of a threat seemed to leave her body but he was not so dim as to leave it at that. Any child of his would have had the wit not survey the area, not blunder about with so much confidence that you wind up... Well, in situations like this one. He narrowed his eyes at her. "You're disturbing my morning stroll, darling," he said in the same tone. He had not yet made up his mind with what to do with her, but he lacked the will or motive to be hasty. He hoped she would make his mind up for him and be done with it so he could get back to his children. He had been away from them too often, and at this point it was little more than one more strike against this woman. His mind ruminated on a skew of poisonous thoughts as he awaited her reply. "Talk" "You" Think

Welcome to where time stands still,
Where no one leaves and no one will.

At first, there was no thought other than the idle wonder over his voice as it echoed out over the shadowed distance. Over the sheer size of him, and a sort of mystification over the entire presentation he had given her. Just facing her told her so much, and she knew instantly that the man was off the menu. He would be too much of a mouthful for her, and she knew better than to hunt above her skill level. Still, she wasn't entirely ready to let such a prize out of her jaws so quickly, even if his tone did hold an underlying annoyance to it. With a small tic working in her jaw, Naamah crosses the distance so that shadow might be able to meet shadow and be able to pick out details they may have missed before.

His tones had been deep, pleasant to the ear, but they dripped with such honey she thought she might be sick...at first. His second statement brought a small, but polite smirk and the dip of her head. For a moment, she pondered his use of the common tongue rather than a more proper, noble language. Swallowing her pride, her voice leaks forth with a husky whisper underlying tones of honeyed whiskey and smoke. The voice that came from the dark queen was one that was heavily tinted with her native Latin, though there were notes that resonated with the heathen German of her father's tongue. "Forgive me, I habet..have no use for plebian words. I walk with you? Maybe...uh...maybe we can be hunting the cervos..deer on our way?" She huffed her frustration out as she spoke her broken sentences, a muscle contracting in the left side of her neck to make her head twist slightly before relaxing back to its usual regal posture. For a moment, her pupils dilate until only narrow slivers of mismatched red remained before they contract back to normal.

The tinkling, delighted laughter of Lilith ran through the back of the ghost's mind. But nothing was said, perhaps there would still be something worthwhile to gain from further interaction. Naamah's mind buzzed with the demonic purring of her internal friend, but the woman wouldn't give up her secrets even to Naamah. She awaited the response of the heavy male, her black flag waving hopefully behind her.

"Naamah speaking." | "Lilith speaking." | Translations | Talking to Lilith / Thinking.

As he might have expected, all thought of threat melted away from the woman as she got a proper look at him. The titan wasn't used to being challenged by much at all in this pitiful land, least of all the wolves who inhabited it. She seemed dutifully respectful, if a bit... cheeky. He misliked the smirk that played on the edge of her lips, marking it as disrespect in the first degree. Of course, once she offered to aid him in a hunt... His eyes narrowed, considering. This woman was of an unusually large size, compared to most of the pitiful creatures he came across. She might be of some use to him; certainly two wolves of their size would be more than a match for whatever they could come across. He spared one last glance down the path he'd been intending to tread. His children waited at it's end but he could not pass up a chance to return with the whereabouts of a kill. He turned back to her with a frown-bordering-grimace playing on his lips. "You've caught me in a hungry mood, but I haven't seen a single hoof print all morning. If you know of a herd, lead the way. Otherwise leave me be." The declaration rang of finality, unwilling to put up with the woman for a moment longer if she wasn't of use to him. The rain seemed to show no sign of stopping any time soon. He cast his gaze towards the horizon which seemed to be heralding this blasted weather, and found nothing but darker clouds yet looming there. Amon let out a grizzled sigh, nearly snarling at the sight. What the fuck had he done to deserve this, anyways? First this damned rainstorm and now he was beset by this stranger. He considered introducing himself but what was the bother? He did not wish to be known by this shewolf if she couldn't help him, and honestly didn't expect to remember her name if she gave to to him in turn. Perhaps in time... if she proved herself worthy of the knowledge. "Talk" "You" Think

"And what of me, beloved father?" the sweet voice cut in as the wolf stepped into view. Despite the sweet innocence in her tone, there was no mistaking the devious light in her eyes, nor the cocky shit-eating grin on her face. "Do I ruin your lovely morning stroll?" Not that it was even remotely lovely out, unless you liked being cold, wet and miserable. She wouldn't be too surprised though, with her family. Okay, maybe she was being a shit. Buuut she was having too much fun. Besides, it was great when she eavesdropped on the entire conversation! With only a wink at her delightful parent, she turned the sass onto the female - or venom, whichever you'd prefer. "Aaaand... you." She managed to put as much distaste into the word that she possibly could. "How could you know the word plebeian but struggle with the word deer? Do you have a couple issues that need worked out? Because you know, honey, I could help with that." Of course, there was so much more that Astaroth could have mocked her for, but she let it slide... for now. For example, the stupidity of thinking that her father might have been a deer. Or at least, that's what Astaroth assumed. The girl had been in hunting mode, essentially, and she either thought Astaroth's father was a deer, or was hunting Amon. Astaroth had a hard time deciding which was more stupid. But hey, it didn't matter to her! If this little girl thought that the Abraxos family was prey, she'd be very mistaken. And, well, the same easily goes for mistaking a wolf such as her father for a deer. "Talk" "You" Think

She watched him as he weighed her words, and took stock of her once more. It wasn't hard to see he was leaning in the direction of acquiescence and Naamah felt her tail wave hopefully. While she had not seen any tracks in this area, she knew of plenty locations for prey to be in the surrounding area. His voice laced across her ears and she found his doubt amusing. "No, there are none here. We go to different place, full of the cervos." It was after her answer that another she-beast made her entrance, a deep and vibrating rumble moving through Naamah's mind as Lilith snarled her hatred for anything woman. It nearly manifested in her chest, though the title of father gave Naam enough reason to swallow the sound.

Curling her lip in a sneer as the woman addressed her in such a confrontational manner, Naamah made no other outward motions of distaste. Her tail flicked as the hooded female spoke of her limited knowledge with the common tongue. It was already a distasteful language and now she had to listen to it insult her ears with barely veiled barbs at her intelligence. "Si talia inutiliter intricasies cognita linguae, forsitan sciretis. Mihi turpe recisis; Latina lingua mea prae ceteris. Potuisti aurem Deum non modo lingua agnosces cum tribulárer plebeium et cervo." Her red eyes flitted over the female before she managed to look back to the male.

Ignoring the other woman after telling her off in a language she may not understand, Naam lets her eyes focus on the shadowy figure of the male. "You follow or no, your decide. I go alone, which ever." Her English was further broken in her annoyance, but she did a good job of hiding it. Despite the other side of her wanting to rip the other woman to shreds, Naamah held onto control and managed to keep her calm, though the tone of her irritation could not be mistaken. She couldn't afford confrontation with two wolves who were around her size and bigger, they were strong wolves capable of true damage, and Naamah was no idiot.

I took a sip from the Devil's cup.

The woman seemed pleased by his answer, although he had not yet decided whether or not to run her off. The arrival of his daughter was something he had not expected, having had no clue she was nearby. He asked if she had ruined his morning stroll, and as usual he was caught between berating her and coughing out a dry laugh. "On the daily, my dear daughter," he purred to her, in a silky way that might tell her she was treading on thin ice. He would not have her shame him in front of this stranger, she should know that. She would go on to speak strongly to the other woman and Amon's countenance darkened. She had not yet learned the benefit of restraining oneself. She had not taken stock of the situation; she had as little, or less of, an idea oh who this woman was as he did. The strange woman clearly did not appreciate his daughter's tone, and through a sneer she replied in her own language that he did not know. The venom in her words was clear, though they were unintelligible. His eyes narrowed. He would broker no disrespect to him or his kin, but to say Astaroth had been asking for it was an understatement. He let out a low, rumbling growl, and in the language his father had passed down to him he said, "Σιωπή, ο Ασταρώθ. Σας ασέβεια κάποιον που θα μας οδηγήσει σε ένα γεύμα. Η βιαστική λύκος λιμοκτονεί." He then looked back to the smaller female, leveling her with a cool stare and inspecting his daughter's damage. Luckily, she did not seem fit to launch herself at Astaroth just yet. It was nice to see at least two of them had some modicum on self control. Clearly offended (which in truth, he was caring less and less about by the second,) the shadowy woman told him to follow or not, it made no difference to her. He cast a sideways glance at Astaroth, trying to gauge the likelihood of her and the slightly smaller fae going for each other's throats. He was not certain he would step in to separate them, as Astaroth had brought it upon herself. Let her learn the consequences of her actions, he decided at last. "Come on then, Astaroth. It is impolite to refuse someone's offer of aid. Let's go find a meal," he grumbled, words gentle but tone teetering on the edge of a challenge. She'd best not back out now. Turning back to Naamah he raised a brow and said, "Lead the way, then." "Talk" "You" Think