Saints Preserve Us! We've Been Drinkin' Whiskey For Breakfast!

*Amon* · (This post was last modified: 05-17-2017, 08:14 AM by Amon.)

Something in Amon's stomach curdled. Never mind that he had anticipated this moment for as long as he had been anticipating he himself having children, knowing that his sister had actually gone and- Ew. Moving on, he had a hard time believing that she had found a suitable male so quickly when he himself had been courting just one female for so long immediately soured his mood. There was no possible way this male was up to the standards Amon would accept, and as such his eyes narrowed. "Well, then, I'd have to guess it was something tall, dark, and foul mouthed given your usual preferences," he minced out. She hadn't even given him the slightest inkling that this might happen. He hadn't thought his sister intended to breed until she was much older.

Honestly, what was Pyralis thinking? These pups would be hers to deal with for the rest of their lives, and short lives they would be if she'd bred with the first creature unlucky enough to be able to satisfy her heat. He held back a scoff, imagination running wild with all the meek, unimpressive curs he'd seen overflowing the land here. It was pathetic, and he could only hope his sister had better taste than that. "I'm sure this will be good," he said, sitting with a flourish and tucking his tail neatly around his side. A lifetime with her had taught him that anger was useless against a woman as stubborn as Pyre was. He forced himself to be patient until he at least got her story out of her. The anger could always come later.

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