Unnatural Beasties
10-14-2017, 12:56 AM
Amon had almost given up hope of seeing some of his more wayward children again. He told himself again and again that he surrendered them gladly to the will of the Fallen God if He had need of them elsewhere... But that didn't necessarily make things any easier. The hulking male skulked through the murk of the shrouded forest, ruminating. Gaios and Alliyah were old enough that he felt no qualms in venturing farther and farther from the canyon. It was time for the male to begin pressing forward again. He felt the next generation well started with his and Pyre's efforts. But how to proceed? His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar howl. At first he doubted his senses, freezing for several long heartbeats while he waited for the wavering call to end. It could not be mistaken so Amon quickly changed his course, taking up an easy lope. His titanic stride quickly swallowed the distance between him and his son. The ghostly shadow of Amon's own features, coming upon Malleus' strong form was much like seeing a ghost of himself. Amon swelled first with pride, a gut instinct he could not and would not ignore, and then frustration. Where had the whelp been, to appear again now so suddenly? This was entirely washed away upon his realizing that they were not alone. A vicious growl split the calm between them, and Amon turned to see a beast skulk forth from the shadows between the gnarled trees. It was a bear, but disfigured by... perhaps some sort of mange? Of course, with the way the moonlight struck it's figure, Amon could almost imagine he saw something even queerer about the bear's skin. He was not given much time to ponder. He lifted his lips and snarled, coming to stand at his son's side. Should the creature chose to attack, it would not be Malleus it struck first. "I suppose you would not be worthy of the name Abraxas if trouble did not follow wherever you go," he said in a voice ringing with dry humor. "We will have to talk later about your prolonged absence later." They had larger problems to focus on at the moment than a long conversation about Malleus' whereabouts for the past several moons. Besides, Amon had long ago convinced himself to reserve judgement on his children until learning of their activities after leaving to experience the world on their own. He would afford the young male that much dignity, at least. Focusing on the moment at hand, Amon snarled at the mutated bear. Even a doltish mutant must understand that tangling with two wolves of their proportion and presence was bound to end in disaster... Or perhaps it was simply hubris instead. Either way Amon curled his lips and held fast in his aggressive stance. "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!
