wind in the willows
03-18-2017, 04:42 PM
Amon picked up the scent of his daughter around midday, and had follower her leisurely into the evening. He occasionally liked to take time alone with each of his children, in part to gauge their skill and progress, and in part because he felt that it was truly important to develop an individual relationship with each of them. He was unskilled as a father, in many ways. He knew how to hunt, and would impart those skills to them. He knew how to fight, and would do the same. He had no clue how to guide them along their individual journeys without taking part in them, well... individually. So he dedicated this day to Lilith. His ivory and auburn daughter stood out from the others in many ways. Not only was she smaller of stature, but her color reminded him at every glance of the female who had sired them. Luckily for her, she displayed none of the woman's weakness. She was strong, quick as a whip and becoming quite lethal with age. He had always supported her fondness for plants and herbs, ever encouraging her to hone her skills in this area. He could only assume this was what had brought her here to this damp, fertile land. Her trail led him deep into the heart of this odd forest, and he came across her just as darkness began to fall. "Lilith," he called out in a voice that was both gentle and strong. He could see her lighter coat clearly amongst the swaying fronds. "How has the day treated you?" he asked by way of greeting. His hulking, shadowy form moved with a lithe and silent grace among the trees. It was a quiet evening, much of the day's heat fading alongside the sun. Around them a smattering of fireflies began to emerge, and he watched with lazy interest as their speckles of light began to appear amongst the shadows of the trees. |
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!
