Awaken Forsaken
11-14-2017, 08:25 PM
Amon had been following his sister's scent for some time, trying to find the confounded woman and speak with her for longer than a few brief moments. Her children were nearly independent at this point, and he knew his sister was enjoying the return of her freedom. When he'd come to the coast and found her scent littering the beach, and seen the island and it's foreign constructions on it's far side, well... He hardly had to think about where the damned woman had gone. The crossing had been easy enough, but it certainly hadn't left him in the best of moods on the far side. He arrived to the gathering to the sounds of conversation, indistinct until he drew close enough to make their features out. The shadowy brute made no effort to conceal his arrival, trying to keep his expression as welcoming as possible upon realizing his sister was not alone. He had not seen his elder brother in quite some time. He and Pyralis certainly shared a lust for an unknown horizon, and the other man's travels had taken him far afield, last Amon had heard. As he came to stand near his sister's side he shook his coat, being certain to fling a few drops of water in her direction. "Swimming wasn't exactly what I'd planned today," he began in a dry tone, "but I suppose it has it's benefits. Andras, I'm glad to see you've found us. You look well. I hope your travels have proved satisfying?" Amon let his gaze flit between each of the golden gazes before him. He hadn't been able to hear much of what was said, but certainly enough to be concerned. Andras had inherited many of their father's traits, and word had it that his father was not faring well these days. Amon wondered how much of his madness truly had seeped in as well. Stories and gossip were not to be relied upon as heavily as his own impressions of course, and he was keen to make them quickly. "What is this I hear about a satisfying revenge?" he rumbled, one brow quirked. "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!
