Build Me A Legacy [Naamon]

*Amon* · 05-25-2017, 03:16 PM

The heat between them grew and grew until it was an untamed blaze. Amon's mind was clouded by the smoke it produced, knowing nothing but imagined images of entwining shadows and an endless chant of Naamah, Naamah, Naamah. She reciprocated his affection in a way he had hoped for, but not quite anticipated. That didn't mean he wasn't willing to make the best of it. He was a hair breadth from allowing his internal inferno to consume her, when she turned to him and met his gaze with an entirely different intensity.

It was a cool breeze, blowing some of the steam away, but left him no less confused. Would he keep her safe? Well obviously, had she spent no time him at all? The gods themselves could not stand against him. Amon wasn't sure whether he was more confused or offended, but it did break him out of his lust-filled haze. He blinked at her. He had been disinclined to let her out of his sight even before he might sire pups upon her, why on earth did she think that might change now. "For all that I might have siblings," he began, tone gentle though it was obvious he didn't quite know where this was coming from, "I have never been particularly good at sharing. I hope you would stay close to my side," he said. It was a nicer way of phrasing the fact that he would not permit her to wander far from it, were he given the choice.

Following this were threats, which oddly enough, rekindled a bit of his earlier excitement. Yes, this was why he had been pursuing this woman in the first place. The fire in her soul. He let loose another chuckle. "Of course, Naamah. Again, I do not easily let go of what is mine." Call him possessive, call him egotistical. Amon would not argue with either facet, and by this point his want had become an aching need. If Naamah truly thought he would give her the gift of a god's bloodline without staying near to ensure the children grow as they should, she must not have been paying very close attention. Of course, he assumed these were the nerves of a woman unaccustomed to such attentions, and pushed them again to the back of his mind. She would forget he worries shortly. He pressed close again, with renewed intent.

-Fade maybe???-
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