Scrape Me Off The Ceiling [Abraxas Fam]

*Amon* · (This post was last modified: 05-25-2017, 10:33 AM by Amon.)

His sister wanted water, and of course she would be difficult. He knew that the base of this canyon held a healthy stream, being early enough in the dry season, but getting down there and getting the water back up? Well, that sounded like a job for one of his children, didn't it? He opened his maw, meaning to say so, when the sound of approach reached his ears. His younger brother Phenex had arrived as the tail end of his howl rang out, and behind him came Abyzou. He noticed at once that her pelt held the scent of strangers, but he did not bother himself with wondering what she might have been up to. If she was tormenting strangers instead of her kin, he'd consider it an improvement. He tuned back in to listen to his sister bantering with their younger brother. Pyralis claimed she wanted a mountain goat, and Amon tilted his eyes skyward. He shouldn't have been surprised.

Pyralis thanked Abyzou for the eggs she'd delivered, and then her golden eyes focused over her shoulder. Amon turned to look as well, just in time to see his Astaroth launch herself at a young male. He seemed near Abyzou's age but already much larger. His was the scent clinging to Abyzou's pelt, and Amon cursed his negligence for not realizing sooner that the boy had come so close. Amon spun around and stood, eyes proclaiming both murder and pride as Astaroth pinned the whelp. Pyralis' firtborn children were not even an hour old, and there was a mortal cur in their midst. Amon's nose curled as the stench of him invaded the birthing chamber. "A snack for the buzzards, I think," he growled out in response to Pyre's comment. Amon's eyes snapped back to Abyzou, waiting for whatever explanation she might be able to offer. "You heard your aunt, Seth will need space to oversee her." He jerked his head towards the world beyond, struggling to keep his voice calm as his eyes blazed.

Amon stalked out, approaching the foreign pup as if he were a roiling thunderhead. A baritone growl radiated from his chest. He did not deign to talk to the mutt, but he did unleash his fury upon Abyzou, as seemed so often the case. He fought with the urge to dash her against the rocks in hopes of clearing the cobwebs from between her ears. It was not his job to discipline his sister's pups, so where in the Fallen God's fury was Anamalech?! "The birthing place of gods is no place for mortal filth," he spat out at Abyzou, who for her sake better have been at his heels. The drop to the canyon floor seemed ever more enticing the more he thought about it. Besides, the boy must be either dim or incompetent if his puny niece bent him so easily to her will.

Would it be a blessing or an ill omen to spill blood in the hour that his newest nephew and niece were born? He was inclined to think a blessing, if only to cheer his sister. She wanted to see someone fall from the cliff's edge? Perhaps he would oblige her. "I look forward to your explanation for this," he rumbled at her. He turned to Astaroth and gave his daughter a cruel, cold smile. "Don't be too gentle. We don't want him running off." He was glad to see at least one of his children had been in attendance, and to see her acting in such fine form swelled his chest with pride. Abyzou had no lack of role model, so why did she cause him such grief every time he laid his eyes on her? Amon decided at last that he must at least have words with Ana and Adra before removing Abyzou, and cursed his own weakness at the same time for hesitating. His love for his sister was strong, even if it did not extend to her progeny. God, he'd have to go kill something after this one way or another.

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