Times 'A Changin
11-10-2017, 03:21 PM
Amon forced his way through a line of hedge and bramble. He couldn't find it in himself to be bothered by the thorns that pricked and tugged at the skin beneath his coat. The titan was restless, and unwilling to stay still for even a moment too long, even if his task was so simple as roving the countryside in search of something worth his time. In a few short days his children and Pyralis's children would become a year of age, which meant that things were about to become very interesting for him and his family. Without young, fragile pups to worry about Amon was confident that his family was capable of conquering this vast land. Their numbers were not as many as when he had come to this place but he was not dissuaded. As far as Amon was concerned, one Abraxas wolf was worth a thousand mortals. No, that was not his point of contention. There was something in the gargantuan male that urged him to wait for just the right moment. Amon was certain that there would be a sign of sorts indicating his moment to strike. He waited eagerly for the Fallen God's sign, hoping that perhaps he would find it in his wanderings. If not then, when? He was patient, but his patience only extended so far. "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!
