[AW] Charisma Check; DC 30

*Amon* · (This post was last modified: 02-17-2017, 10:20 PM by Amon.)

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.

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