Reap what you sew

*Amon* · 02-28-2017, 06:48 PM

Amon felt something within him... wither. The puny gray male's voice was not something he had expected to weather twice. Most needed only one brush with the dark demon to learn the value in picking their battles. He let out a grumbling sigh, weary and he had not even begun. "You're right, many wolves wouldn't. Luckily, I am just one," he intoned, voice taking on a lazy quality, something utterly unconcerned. "Unless, of course, you mean to stop me?" He doubted it. He did not seem the sort for conflict, so why he bothered engaging strangers was beyond Amon's understanding. Especially those twice your size.

But he would go on to say that this wasn't even his pack, he just lived there. Amon could not, and would not, restrain a small scoff. A pack that made a habit of sharing it's resources with those who would not commit to it's survival we're nothing but a waste of space. Each of his children provided daily for their family unit, and he would wager their lives much more trying than the soft, squishy existence of a pack mongrel. Fiori, he mused. Interesting. And the small male called himself Razor, and for some reason thought Amon cared what he studied. Again, Amon scoffed. "I am Amon Abraxas. Feel free to remember the name," he said, letting the words drift lazily into the air. He began walking again, not really expecting Razor to say anything else.

"Talk" "You" Think

OOC: To clarify, Amon is not exiting, he's just being an ass and I'm sorry for that!! <3

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