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*Amon* · (This post was last modified: 02-22-2017, 08:52 PM by Amon.)

Amon found himself relaxing in his daughter presence. This was right, this was what he ought to be doing. His own father's words echoed in his mind. Their only duty was to further their line, and find their way home. He had already begun on the first bit, but as to the latter? Well... Amon wasn't quite sure. For now, he was content raising his children. As his youngest daughter sat at his side, Amon found himself at peace, if only for a moment. She was a magnificent specimen, and the man felt more pride for siring her. Yes, he was indeed quite fond of his children. "Less so but still I press on, as always," Amon mused in his own odd way. Humor did not come easily to him, yet he chuckled. Was there such a thing as a good day when he was trapped here?

He eyed her again, and found pride there. Though her coat strongly favored her mortal mother, the woman she was growing into favored his line instead. Yes, this fae was a goddess in the making, and he thanked himself for it. Archon was fast on her heels, likely drawn by the scent of them. He eyes his son with the same fond familiarity. He had inherited Amon's titanic size and strength, a source of pride for the dark male. "Archon, I see you survived another day," he said in a dry tone. It might not come across as fondness to most, but for Amon it was all he knew. Lilith asked what his brother had been up to during their day of free reign, and Amon found himself eager to know the same. What had his son wrought out of a day without Amon's influence? What had Lilith? And where the fuck were his other children?
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