Unnatural Beasties

*Amon* · 10-20-2017, 09:57 PM

Amon watched carefully as an array of emotions flit across his son's well-controlled face. Amon would admit the boy had learned to school himself, and Amon could only hazard guesses as to what his son was feeling. Of course, the did have bigger problems to worry about at the moment. The freakish beast snarled at him, seeming to target it's focus on Amon himself. As the bear began to charge, Malleus ran forward, ready to engage. Something kin to delight flashed through Amon's veins at the prospect of seeing his progeny tested in such a way, even as fear curdled in him along side it.

Malleus arced left, jaws latching onto the elbow joint of the creature's diseased limb. Amon urged his limbs forward and in several great bounds charged towards the bear's right side. As Malleus grasped the bear's elbow Amon latched his teeth into the delicate flesh found beneath the crease of the beast's shoulder joint. The bear, distracted a moment too long by his son's charge, was suitably distracted. Amon's teeth sank deep into the skin and muscle surrounding the bear's armpit, finding solid purchase. With a thunderous roar of rage and pain the bear reared upwards, lashing out and throwing Amon backwards. He landed with a thud and a gasp of breath, rolling back upright and skidding to a halt several feet away.

It was then that he noticed he and his son were not alone. Another large wolf and two slinking felines lurked on the edge of their cursed little glen. He lifted a lip, a shiver of disgust rippling through him under his coat. A mortal, he knew at once, large though he was. Why in all realms of hell he was being trailed by two large cats did nothing to garner Amon's curiosity, only his distaste. Then again, they would perhaps be useful fodder for a distraction of sorts. Amon's eyes glinted with cold distaste, and yet he still called out, "Are you just going to stand there, then? Tch," he spat, then rounded on their true foe once again.

Amon settled his body low to the ground, ears pinned flat against his monstrous skull. He crept sideways, looking for an opportunity to duck in and flank Malleus' next actions, whatever they may be. Amon was certain to keep himself positioned in a way that he would be able to keep an eye on the mortals as well, unsure of whether they would join the battle or turn and flee. Amon refocused on the bear, pleased to see a trickle of blood leaking through its fur, and the shining pink of fresh wounds.

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