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*Amon* · 02-26-2017, 09:01 AM

Amon was happy to see three of his children were quick to find him as the sun began to set for the day. This was their arrangement, when given the freedom to run about and do whatever they pleased. He did not like the idea of his yearlings being where he could not find them, and liked less the idea that they might go against his will. He looked to the horizon, scanning it for any sign of Daevas or Rahovart, and frowned. It took the shape of a thin, cold line on his lips. However, the children present before him did somewhat lift the titan's mood.

Astaroth's arrival was enough to upend the otherwise reserved greetings he'd exchanged with Lilith and Archon, as it so often was. The gentle, caring way the two russet-tinged wolves had with one another was something he had watched carefully. It was an interesting thing, analyzing where the preferences of his children lay, and while not something he deemed worthy of comment it certainly did not escape his notice. Archon was the first to speak of his day, and Amon found himself pleased that he'd actually been listening. His lips were crusted in blood as the boy grinned up at his father.

Amon chuckled and his lips pulled up at the corners. "And did the locals impress?" he asked, truly curious to hear more of who and what Archon had faced. The young prince was growing into an impressive specimen in his own right, clearly displaying a generous helping of the Fallen God's favor. Lilith, always keen to hone her intellect, had spent the day in study. Amon was just as pleased to find her honing the edge of her mind. She spoke of a soggy land to the south and he pondered for a moment. "Well done. Perhaps tomorrow you will lead us and show your siblings what you've learned." Lord knows it would do them all good to have a decent grasp of what plants to use when wounded... And what could be used on your enemies.

Amon turned again to Astaroth, the last so far to arrive but not the last of his children he expected to see. "And what of you, Astartoh. Do you have a report?" She was always a bit of a wild card, and he wasn't certain how he felt about her whimsical approach to her training. The young demigoddess was very aware of her lineage and her heritage, and Amon knew she too great pride in it. While the knowledge brought warmth to his chest, it was no excuse to be as cocky as she had become. Would her tale of the day impress? Or had she spent the majority of it lazing about? "And in our God's name, where the fuck are Raho and Daevas?" His mood was soured by their absence, there was no getting around it. They better have a damn good explanation.
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