We can light it up!
04-08-2017, 09:07 PM
Naamah seemed keen to press her point. Amon did not mind, finding as much interest in her strange, lilting accent as interesting as her words. He was patient as she expressed her view of things. She suspected there was more behind her words, and he did not begrudge her seeing through his thin facade. He was not particularly concerned with keeping her out of the loop, but he did not feel her had enough information to entirely press his case. He continued to evade, and she seemed fit to do the same. "Your eyes show fire, shadow god," she said, and he rumbled in approval. He was a vain, vain man and her words kindled his pride. She had a keen sense, indeed. "A day, an evening, what's the difference?" he hummed. He pressed forward, striding just past her right flank, but did not pause. Around him the phosphorescence swirled and churned, casting a vibrant blue-green light on his underside and setting his teal eyes ablaze. He imaged there was indeed fire in their depths. "Care to walk a ways?" The moment was charged with an electric energy, as if thunder were fit to roll out in the space between their thoughts. His every sense had attuned to the woman, knowing a unique game of wits and poise had likely just begun. Neither was anything remotely kin to subservient, and as such he doubted she was any more keen to relinquish even a hair of power or dignity. Well, he supposed time would tell. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder to see if the woman followed him. "I was wondering if you might like to hear a story about my family," he purred, voice as low as distant thunder of a summer storm. He would not conceal his true nature a moment longer. If they were to carry on in this manner, she ought to know the truth of the matter... and what he would expect of her. "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!
