The Darkest Touch
05-04-2017, 03:35 PM
Amon rarely found recon enjoyable. In many ways, this was simply using a local source to gain unique knowledge of the land, and that would be his explanation if anyone, particularly pesky siblings, asked. Whether or not it was the whole truth... well. It would be a lie to say he did not spend a fair portion of their travels admiring Naamah's lithe, muscled frame. He was so absorbed that he was not paying much attention at all the the journey around them, nor did he notice any growing fatigue. He had spent the past moons constantly ranging and was in fine shape, and kept up with the woman easily. As they finally slowed, his focus broke away from the shadowy femme. The world around them had changed, the landscape speaking to a somewhat different climate. It was lusher, it's elevation growing in the distance. Ahead of them was a cliff, and around it... "Oh, well. Now I see what was so worth dragging me so far," he mock complained with a derisive sniff added on for show. He tried to keep his face neutral, and mask his appreciation for the marvelous waterfall cascading before them. It did not last long, before eventually the corner of his mouth twitched up into a smirk. "It's magnificent," he went on with a bit more sincerity. "You are just a wealth of surprises, aren't you?" he asked as the approached the water's edge. He dipped down to drink his fill, the icy water revitalizing him after their run. |
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!
