Build Me A Legacy [Naamon]

*Amon* · 05-22-2017, 08:28 PM

Naamah was pleased to see him, as she usually was. She had been the greatest surprise of this land, despite the brilliantly colored wolves and structures he had never imagined. Her smokey, simple pelt hid a woman of great depth and intelligence. He felt himself relax, if only by a breath, assuming a familiar role of companionship he had not realized he'd grown accustomed to until that moment. "I am not being shocked to be catching you following me," she mused with a genuine smile. He simply shrugged, not bothering to deny the comment, as the right side of his mouth quirked up into a sly grin. He watched as the woman sashayed forward, and for a moment he was able to forget that they were titans, gods among mortals. He happily closed the space between them, leaning in to give her an affectionate nip on the cheek. He had not yet been quite so forward with the woman, but something about the last vestiges of harvest before a long winter was making the man giddy. The year was dying, and in his mind that meant it was a time for celebration, one last hurrah. Well, he could justify it however he liked, couldn't he?

Amon leveled the dusky femme in a cool gaze, growing warmer by the moment. Her scent had washed over him now, as familiar as any of his family members. In fact, he had managed to find Naamah far more frequently than any of his far-flung children as of late. He grumbled at that, rather displeased, but shoved it down into the back of his mind. This was not the time for that. "To me it is a given that when I find a place of beauty, you are bound to be somewhere near by. It seems to suit you," he practically purred, his low voice as rich and slow as molasses. He wondered if she would object to their proximity... but somehow he did not think this was the case.
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