Can't Wage War On An Empty Stomach [RAZI]
08-12-2017, 11:12 PM
Amon noted his sister's confusion, but he wasn't sure quite what to make of it. Was he truly so at odds with so many members of his family? The thought displeased him, as it had never been his intention to set himself apart from them. And yet, had he ever made the effort to grow especially close? In all honesty, it had hardly been a priority. Of course Amon cared deeply for his family members; perhaps more deeply than for anything else. But where did the caring come from? Was it a desire for their wellbeing, or a desire for their namesake to flourish in the way he had always imagined? Whether it was for their own good or for a selfish need to achieve the superiority he had always held in his heart, his sibling's and relative's well being and capability was his foremost priority. He doubted any of that would appease his sister though, or clarify her confusion over his amicable approach. Best left unsaid, he decided. In the end, he was saved by a convenient response from his younger sibling. She confessed to not knowing the land as well as she had hoped, but being happy with what she had found thus far. Her assertion that there were no challenges of any real merit standing in their way brought a smile to his face. "I could not have said it better. The pathetic mortals who call themselves kings have never tangled with the likes of Gods, I imagine. I don't believe we will face any true difficulty. Coupled with the likes of deific beasts I've seen roaming this land, I can only believe our Fallen God created this land for our taking, and ours alone. He will be with us through our conquest." Amon did not want to seem arrogant, but he was absolutely certain of his assertions. This land seemed to have been crafted to his precise specifications. It was verdant, flowing with myriad flora and fauna. The spirits and god-like creatures he had found here so far, once thought of as abominations before his God's purpose became clear, made it clear to Amon that this land was made for their sort. The mortal scum had merely infiltrated in their absence, and Amon had every intention of reclaiming it. Razi went forward to ask after his newest children, which left Amon swelling with pride. As with his first litter, Amon was set ablaze with thoughts of their possibility and all they might achieve. Both pups were clearly spirited and strong, thrumming with the blessings of the Fallen God. Aaliyah, dark of coat and red-eyed as her mother was already proving to being a cunning little vixen, where as Gaios was noble and strong of will. Together they would achieve great things, Amon was certain of it. He could not keep the affection out of his voice as he spoke of them. "They seem to double in size every time I blink. their appetites are voracious, and I believe they will grow to be as strong and bold as both Naamah and I. To top it off, they are both woefully stubborn. Born for great things, I imagine," he said with a boastful smile. If there was one thing in this world that Amon truly loved, it would always be his children, and the two newest were no exception. He turned to begin walking, nose to the ground as he searched for any sign of prey. "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!
