Mind Your Elders [Abraxas]
10-14-2017, 03:34 AM
Amon looked over the canyon with a sense of deep satisfaction. He'd grown very fond of the place his sister had chosen to make her den. Ever the strategic mind, Pyralis had found a most excellent land for rearing pups. Hard for them to escape as younglings, and plenty of nooks at crannies to stow away in. Of course, there would be little need for such things before long. His children were growing, nearing a year in age. He was baffled at how quickly it had come about, but there was no getting away from it. Pyralis' children were older yet, bound to be fully grown before long. He huffed out a sigh. He could not help but be impatient. He knew it was ideal for the continuation of their line that he wait until his and Pyralis' children were older before launching their long anticipated conquest. More for his sister's benefit than his own, seeing as with seven children of his own... well, to be frank, he could afford to spare a few for the cost of war. Pyralis was not so fortunate. It was his duty to the family to give Asharya and Ashiel the best chance for survival, and beginning a war certainly hadn't seemed to fit that bill. Soon the time of waiting would be past. Amon looked up into the sky, at the heavy iron clouds which swirled there. The rainy season was stretching on and on, but he did not mind. The frequent rains brought life to their canyon, plants and creatures alike. He wondered what his children might be up to on such a blustery, damp day such as this. Now that they were of an age to attempt hunting for themselves, Amon felt far less pressured to linger about. Still, that did not mean he would not enjoy an occasional day of reacclimatizing himself with 'their' lands. Perhaps a border patrol was in order... "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!
