Salutations

Phenex didn’t  need to wait long for his brother to show his dark hide. He didn’t smell the beast first for the wind was not in his favor, blowing in from the ocean over the land and sweeping both his own scent and anything inland away. He didn’t spot the dark wolf at first either, his grays and blacks camouflaging into the night dim.

No, it wasn’t any of his more tangible senses but rather something beyond. The Abraxas line all held this aura of power, of barely contained fury wrapped up in a muscular body and smothered with a mottled pelt. Phenex felt his brother coming, for Amon had the strongest of souls. The world bent around the blue-eyed wolf, rent sideways under the weight of his power.

Phenex bowed his head respectfully when Amon greeted him, showing him the respect he duly deserved. Head still bent he murmured, ”I have only just arrived after traveling day and night for many moons. I apologize for missing your call, I only just heard it on the farthest reaches of my ears.”

The younger male finally looked up as Amon continued, asking of home. Which really meant he was asking of Father, they both knew. Both of their mothers were dead, not that either had been terribly attached to the bitches who whelped them. Their home was and always had been just beyond their reach - the immortal realm. So it was curious to Phenex to hear Amon asking of ‘home’ - did he know of the dreams? Of Phenex’s premonitions?

He took a deep breath and looked away again, respectful but not sacrificing any of his dignity. His eyes were distant, carefully sewing his words together before speaking them. When he finally opened his maw his voice was low and measured, ”Father is stagnant,” he stated boldly, green eyes flicking to connect to Amon’s before looking out at the ocean. He let the comment sink in before continuing, knowing that he could very well be killed for blasphemy but feeling that at worst he would be punished. At best his words would be taken seriously.

The memory of his dreams/nightmares would never fade. Their father was growing old. He would not accomplish what he had set out to do. Phenex knew this, had dreamed of his death many times. From the ashes of his burned body rose Amon, powerful and daunting.

”He continues to produce more offspring but does little more to get us closer to that which was promised to us. I intend to assist us on our way,” again he looked towards Amon, this time keeping the contact as he stated, ”You will be the one who gets us there. I am here to serve you, to serve the Abraxas line.”

“How best can I serve you, brother-mine?”