Find Your Happy Place

*Amon* · 02-14-2017, 01:03 AM

The brutish man stewed in his thoughts. The swamp around him teemed with life, and yet he felt as if it were silence. The peace within his mind of fantasies was enough to block out the buzzing mosquitoes and the stink of fetid water and muck. To Amon, the gnarled trees were somewhat beautiful, and the fog had a way of deadening ambient noise that he greatly appreciated. Yes, this swamp was just fine by him, able to use his long stride and powerful body to navigate more successfully than those puny wolves possibly could. He preened, dipping his chin down to smooth a tuft of fur on his chest.

There were not many places Amon considered satisfactory by his standards. He was in a constant state of motion, searching for something else. For now, he had found himself an island of sorts. A mass of gnarled tree roots had tangled together, and over unknown years the decay of their leaves had formed soil, that soil thus creating a place for him to laze about. Ferns grew amongst the trees and reeds grew at the water's edge, frogs lurking and fish always lurking just out of reach. He would bring the children here soon to teach them how to catch the blasted creatures, but he had no patience for it today. The titan allowed himself to sprawl sideways, get comfortable, confident that no one else could possibly be wise enough to know the beauty of this place.
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