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We can light it up!



Amon

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
354
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
163
player
Fox

Famous
04-15-2017, 01:40 PM


Amon was not certain that her recounting of Lilith sounded a bit like his father's, but he had been especially hateful towards the other gods and less concerned with ever getting back, where Amon was very much the opposite. Oh sure, there was a general sense of disdain even for other godlike creatures, knowing his lineage came from the highest peak. But this god was known to him, he had heard of her name in his own myths. His curiosity only grew more fervent, and his interest in Naamah continued to evolve. A goddess living through a vessel... He had heard of such things. It explained the aura of power radiating in her mortal frame. It had given him pause when they first met, what seemed like moons and moons ago. She had been hunting him, and both ended being caught up short. He could not deny her presence. This is not to say he trusted her explicitly, but he was willing to wait for a bit of proof.

If the goddess would bless one of her children, surely she would be itching to lay her claim on his blood as well. "I see," he hummed. He was a bit unsure of what to say, with so much swirling in his head. "I recall bits of her legend, but you can remind me as the night goes on. I confess to being very interested." His words were weighted down with a second meaning, even if mistrust and a naturally guarded nature forced him to maintain walls of disbelief. Amon wanted to believe her. The idea that one of his father's kin lurked within this woman's soul ignited a fire in him. Could Naamah prove it? If so the goddess's power would be his. He must have her, and he resigned himself in an instant to do whatever necessary to achieve his chance at Lilith's alliance with his own cause, if she was indeed his father's consort, well... it was all too perfect.

His deep thinking was interrupted with a sudden, glimmering splash of water coming against his chest. He recoiled, taken aback at first, but the woman's haunting laugh called out to him in the growing darkness. A path of the strange, magical light bloomed in her wake. He let out a hearty chuckle and pursued her. Amon had no fear of the water, and his powerful body churned easily through the surf. He came alongside of her and with one last shove of his hind legs, leaped into an oncoming wave. The redirected water splashed upwards, soaking him but hopefully washing Naamah with water as well. The water exploded in a shower of light, catching him off guard and pulling his attention entirely away from his prey. This place was unlike any other he'd ever seen.
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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!