[Amon]Everybody's got a dark side
03-16-2017, 05:03 PM
Amon was hot on his sister's trail. Pyre was one to start shit and take names, so he wasn't terribly surprised to find her covering more ground that he was at his leisurely pace. He was of course a bit surprised when her course pointed her towards Auster, but who was he to predict the whims of a mad woman? He chuckled, wondering if she'd laugh or try to take a chunk out of him for the comment, never mind that it would more or less prove his point. He had planned on asking her to take the yearlings on a longer trek to test their endurance, he was eager to get a second opinion on their progress, fearing that he might have become biased towards them. He loved them as much as he was capable of loving anything, but that didn't mean he wanted them to grow soft. Some time with Pyre would do them a world of good. What he didn't expect was to come upon her and two others, one face familiar and one... less so. He saw their figures in the distance from across the flat, sandy terrain, picking up his gait until he travelled at a rolling lope. He was upon them just in time to hear his sister exclaim, "What the fuck is that?" and... he couldn't help but agree. The smallest of their gathering was covered in scars, and bold lines of vibrant color. Her coat was unlike any other he'd seen, and he eyed her suspiciously. He noticed the fog covering her eyes near enough to when Pyre did to laugh at his sister's poorly concealed joke at the other woman's expense. She may have been subtle to some, but Amon knew when his sister was trying to get a rise out of someone else. Yes, he'd grown very well acquainted with that indeed, often the target of her acerbic tongue in the past. To further his surprise, Naamah was in attendance as well. He had seen more of this woman that his own children recently, it seemed. He was growing a bit concerned with that fact, wondering in the back of his mind why they kept crossing paths. He gave her a nod of greeting, but said nothing. Instead he directed his attention to his sister. "On the hunt for some poor, damned soul, sister? I'd be more than happy to hold him down for you." He sent the fiery woman a wink. He turned back to Naamah, looking between her and the freak scuffling in the sand. "A friend of yours, Naamah?" he asked, tone neutral but guarded. To think she was companions with such beasts through his perception of her into question, and raised questions he rather wanted answers to. The smaller girl had obviously been touched by some sort of divine power, but to be covered with scars in this manner? He leveled the unknown among them with an even stare, waiting to see what the small blind creature might have to say for herself. "Talk" "You" Think |
Amon is prone to foul language, insulting comments, and the occasional act of violence.
His children are welcome in any and all of his threads!
His children are welcome in any and all of his threads!
