Find Your Happy Place

*Amon* · 02-14-2017, 10:29 AM

Amon's peace was shattered. He caught wind of the woman only moments before she appeared through the fog, coat standing out in vivid contrast to the murk. She was of incredible size, as he was. Her mane was unusually long, coat bearing distinct black and orange markings. Amon frowned, eyes narrowing. What sort of creature was this? The unusual aspects of it's coat took the dark-coated brute aback, and he rolled upwards, lurching to his feet. "Hail," she began, and asked him where he came from. His lip twitched, threatening to curl into a snarl. He was disinclined to share even one whit of information with her, and the fact that she would walk up and so brazenly ask was immediately irritated.

Still, Amon did not know the nature or the origin of this unusual creature, so he fought to keep his cool. He leveled the woman with a glacial stare, fighting to keep his suspicion from blossoming into open hostility. "Far away," he replied at last. His voice was deep, the rumbling baritone practically unintelligible over the distance that remained between them. "And you? Do you have business with me?" Amon was blunt and to the point. He would offer her no courtesy until he knew more. Amon knew there were other otherwordly creatures which roamed the wilderness, as he and his kin were. At most these creatures might earn his civility, but that was a far cry from kindness. This woman, no matter her origin, had disturbed his rest and he wished her to leave.
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