Greener Pastures [Abraxas Meeting]

OOC: To hurry things along, no need to adhere to posting order! As soon as everyone in round one has replied I will post Amon again, if you have the time to churn out a post feel free to hop in whenever! <3

Amon did not have to wait long for the first member of his family to arrive. To his surprise, it was Seth. The diminutive son of a deceased sibling, Amon had agreed to foster him mostly out of respect for the dead. That did not mean the lad was allowed to be dead weight, even so little weight as he might be. His greeting was respectful, and Amon nodded back at the child. He was not his own, and had not achieved the same space in his heart as his own children, but kin he remained all the same. "Seth," he rumbled back in a neutral tone. In truth, he was surprised his short little legs had allowed the puny boy to keep up for this long. Amon had come to assume that if he lived this long, perhaps he had ought to offer them after all. Hot on his heels was Pyralis, the fiery fae dancing in and bearing a much lighter mood than the last time he had seen her. Her coat reeked of another's fear and her words only confirmed what he had suspected. He laughed, a deep and genuine laugh from within his gut. "So it would seem," he said, enjoying the scent she had brought to the air around him. Ah, how he'd missed it. He turned to eye Seth once more and lifted a brow. The young one would not be given a choice in the matter, and Amon jerked his head in his sister's direction to signal that he very much intended for Seth to aid her however she saw fit. Behind her was Astaroth, who earned a rumble of undetermined intent in the face of a wink, Amon debating a rebuke of the action but ultimately deciding now was not the time. Her careless, often ribald ways were one thing in private, but another entirely when attending a formal gathering. Then came Archon and Lilith who sat close together, then Rahovart and to his surprise his elder siblings as well. He caught neither sight nor scent of Uvall and frowned. He had seen little of his eldest son since arriving in these lands, and determined to track him down once he had finished here. Last came Abyzou. Amon rankled after their last meeting, embracing a flood of things he wished to have said and done. He eyed the young one with a level, but cool, stare. He wondered what she might say after the misfortunate interaction not long before. He hoped that Ana had talked some much needed sense into the young brat, but it became quickly evident that this was not the case. A fish dangled in her mouth, and she seemed to make a show of sitting directly before her mother, turning her back on Amon. As if flicking a switch, his vision tunneled on her mottled back and tinged red at the edges. The skin of his neck stiffened as his hackles rose, and a growl so low it may have been birthed in the belly of the earth itself crawled out from his chest. Not only had her late arrival held him up for this long, she lacked even the basic tenants of decency to sit there quietly and fucking listen instead of running her mouth. The girl flopped lazily onto her side and mumbled under her breath, but so attuned was he to her presence that the wind seemed to easily carry her words to his ears. Slowly, the titan rose to his feet. His own children would never behave in such a manner, he had made sure of this. He did not fault his sister either, oh no. He knew she had experienced the same wrath from their shared father as a pup, and he knew of her upbringing. Where this whelp had acquired her poor judgement he could not say, nor did he care to guess. His time would be better spent dashing her thick skull against the exposed stone outcrops along the beach, perhaps to force some sense between her ignorant, insolent ears. It would be better spent holding her pathetic frame beneath the crashing surf until she learned to value the air that was miraculously still passing in and out of her lungs. He stalked forward, glacial teal eyes overcome with a rage so fearsome he had never once felt it directed towards a member of his own bloodline. Who the fuck did she think she was? He raised a paw, aiming to place a portion of his weight on the girl's flank and pin her to the ground. If she wanted to lay in the sand, there she would stay. His voice seethed with anger as he spoke, tone deathly quiet, and he brought his maw that much closer to the girl's face. "Perhaps we would be gone already if you had the wit between your ears to come when you are called, hmm? I have no more love for this blasted beach, it is merely a gateway I mean for us to travel through." He paused. "Or at least, most of us. One more outburst from you, and you will be left behind for the gulls. Do I make myself clear? You will learn respect, and I will teach it to you if I must." He shoved away from her, perhaps putting a bit more weight onto her flank as he went and kicking sand over her dead fish with the errant flick of a paw. Let her eat sand, if she had better things to do than listen. Turning back to the rest of the family, and eager to remove himself from the sun's unforgiving wrath, he was quick to the point. "The northern lands are overcrowded with curs and freakish abnormalities. The southern continent is practically untouched, and teeming with opportunity. I plan to take it as our own. Our kingdom needs only it's foundation laid and we will be one step closer to going home." He said the word reverently, as if 'Home' were more suitable than 'home.' The difference between god and God. "There is only one pack of mongrels to contend with, and I have not bothered to treat with them yet. Go forth and explore until your heart is content, and we will decide together on a base for us all to operate from. Any questions?" His anger had not cooled one lick, and he was certain that it was evident in his speech. He did not necessarily expect Ana and Adra to follow his lead, given that Abyzou had made an impression upon him that was not likely to fade soon. Pyre too was her own woman, though he did expect his own children at least to follow suit. He sat back on his haunches and waited for the murderous rage to cool just as he waited for their replies. "Talk" "You" Think