ardent

Holding power



Amon

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
354
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
163
player
Fox

Famous
07-08-2017, 04:55 PM


Amon stood in stony silence as the young woman began to prattle on and on. The more she spoke, the more he began to wonder if she was in fact as mentally unstable as he had initially thought. How she faulted him for his absence he could not understand, as he might have faulted her for not being conceived just as easily. Should he perhaps fault her father for not conceiving her earlier? Or maybe no one was as fault at all, because the longer she spoke, the more relief he felt that he had not had the displeasure of meeting her before this point.

She gave him a look, and then a snort of laughter. Amon lifted a brow, content with saying nothing at all until the girl, Skia apparently, got it all out of her system. He briefly contemplated dragging her to the canyon's edge and throwing her over the side just to be rid of the annoyance, but she was clearly well bred. Insanity could be useful, if channeled in the right directions. "Don't tell me you fear your uncle's legacy," she pressed, which drew out a rippling growl from deep within his chest, which ended in a bout of dry laughter. "Whatever jealous lies your father might have told you hold no sway here, foolish child. Insulting your elders will find you nowhere but belly up at the canyon's bottom." He curled a lip in disgust.

Why was it unthinkable that any children sired of his uncles line would be anything but sound, clear thinking creatures. Perhaps living under Gaios' shadow for so long had simply warped their sensibilities. "I fear nothing but the judgement of the Fallen God, and he has seen fit to bless me thus far. Your judgements are little more than gnats in my ears. Now, would you care to try this introduction again?" He leveled the young woman with a dry stare, as frigid is glacial ice. He had neither the time nor patience for wolves who could not show even a modicum of basic decency. Ambition was one thing, and something he certainly appreciated in his family line. It would carry her far, but with a mouth like that it would carry her no where but an early grave.

The arrival of his sister nearly escaped his notice. His ears flicked back at the sound of her approach, and it as only an instant later that her scent filtered past his nose. He let out a breath and forced himself to relax. Amon's tone was clipped as he replied to Pyralis, his displeasure clear. "A cousin, in fact. One of Kronoah's brood." If the girl had a death wish, this would certainly be her day. Or perhaps he would be surprised and she would show sense. After all, Amon was nothing if not opportunistic. He was not the sort to turn away a potential ally, but nor was he the sort to suffer insult. Skia would simply have to choose the path she chose to walk down, and suffer the consequences of it, just as they all did.


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Amon is prone to foul language, insulting comments, and the occasional act of violence.
His children are welcome in any and all of his threads!