Can't Wage War On An Empty Stomach [RAZI]
07-19-2017, 11:22 PM
Amon's discontent was growing, and yet warring with the pride in his newest litter. There were only two, instead of the five of his first litter, but they both showed great promise. Strong, healthy, and large... Well, it did not make him miss his first litter any less, but they were certainly filling his time. Even then, the titanic shadow slunk among the cedar trunks in search for a meal. They were near the age where Naamah's milk would dry out, and he hoped to find something worthy of their first taste of flesh. He enjoyed the moment of peace and quiet, even if he was not entirely comfortable being alone with his thoughts. Amon was not a man to stay still for very long. Between Pyralis' pups and now his own, he had grown incredibly familiar with the Bent Canyon... And incredibly impatient. In perhaps two more seasons his children would be strong enough to travel with him, at least short distances. He had begun to understand Pyralis' recent penchant for wandering, even if he did not feel it to the same extent. His first priority was to his family, and rearing the next generation. They consumed his every waking moment, but soon... Soon it would be time to begin following up on the promises he had made to his family. There were more than enough of them now to create the pack, no, the kingdom he dreamed of. An empire that would stretch from sea to sea. But first, dinner. "Talk" "You" Think |
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!
His children are welcome in any and all of his threads!
