Salutations

*Amon* · 06-07-2017, 08:25 AM

Amon had done his best in his youth to know his siblings, feeling it was his duty to do so given his aspirations in life. Unfortunately, once his own children were born and their mother... removed, he had had quite a lot on his hands. One pup was plenty, and he had had five. Subsequently, he really didn't know Phenex as well as he would like. He had only the vaguest memories of the woman who had sired him, having not paid much attention at the time. The boy was only somewhat more familiar to him. But still, he was family.

Amon cut a fine figure against the sand and waves. His fur was a shadow against the growing evening, quite a bit larger than his younger brother, but trying not to look too... imposing. He remembered Phenex as a somewhat... flighty pup. "I'm glad to see you made it safely," he rumbled, giving his brother a shallow nod. "It is not an easy journey." The news that their activities had been spreading was... pleasing. Amon allowed himself a small smile, dipping his head while he did so as if to hide it. Asking of home seemed to upset Phenex in such a way as to open a cold void somewhere in Amon's chest. "Father is stagnant," came the bitter words, boldly said. Amon met his brother's eyes as his fur bristled.

He had been raised to see Gaios as a god, and thinking of him as any less felt a bit like heresy. Having never truly abandoned the pup-like impression of his father's omnipresence, for half a breath he expected his father to materialize... But he did not. The wave of anger passed, and he forced himself to settle down. His father was a long way away, and in many ways he had to admit the truth in Phenex's proclamation. He let out a long breath. "Well, don't ever let him hear you say it. Although, your pelt would look rather nice lining the floor of his den." It was a dry statement, laced with humor, but perhaps a bit of truth as well. "Luckily for both of us, I'm not him." Amon's deep voice rumbled as he glanced out over the ocean, frustration evident in the lines of his face.

Yes, he'd heard of his Father's antics. He'd given into the pleasure of women, focusing all of his efforts on production, with little or no mind for consequence or responsibility as he once had. It was not necessarily news. "I saw it coming, though I wouldn't admit it to myself. You're not wrong, Phenex. It's why I took my children out of his reach. Two boys, I did not want them following in his pawsteps." His lip curled at the thought of Archon or Uvall behaving in such a way. Luckily his boys had seemed nothing of the sort... thus far.

Phenex offered his services. In fact, his praise was more flattering than Amon might have expected, but he was more than pleased. Ever a vain individual, the words seemed to swell inside him, make him grow. "I have lofty aspirations, and I've never been shy about proclaiming them. I tire of this mortal toil. I mean to take this entire realm for the name Abraxas, and soon the lands beyond. I ask nothing but your allegiance, and dedication to that cause." He paused, and looked in the direction the family had scattered. "I'm sure the others are still very close by. They would be glad to see you." He said, jerking his head along.

For all the he was courteous, one did not frequently call Amon kind. He simply was too concerned with the task ahead of them, there was much for him to see to and it would require his fullest attention. The thought that there was yet another Abraxas in the land did bolster his spirits some. There were many others, more yet that he knew had been born since his absence. Would his father grow irate if his activities continue to drain from his own brood? Well, the old goat could come face him over it if he feels the need. "Thank you for coming Phenex. We are nothing so put together as a pack, so feel free to settle wherever you like. Let me know if you need any assistance."

He was tempted to turn and walk away, but he didn't want to scorn the younger male. He had come a long way, and truly appreciated Phenex's efforts. Small talk simply was not his forté. He didn't want to suffer a litany of questions about his kids, or the others. He would do as courtesy demanded, and waited with a pleasantly neutral expression to see what else his brother might require of him.
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