Bide Your Time
11-14-2017, 08:12 PM
Amon had grown quite fond of the murky wood which resided not far beyond the borders of the canyon. It was a gnarled fantasy, it's paths twisting and winding and never seeming quite the same no matter how many times he traversed them. Fog hung heavy amongst their roots, the sunlight penetrating only in the rarest of place and on only the brightest of days. Today was certainly not one of them. Far above dark clouds had overtaken the sky. They promised a drenching rain, as the dry season continued to evade them. He hoped that deep within the forests depths he would evade the worst of the deluge. Amon hoped to pick up the trace of any of his kin, having caught whiffs of Pyralis' scent on the wind not long ago. If she was about, perhaps he could contrive a distraction suitable to pull her away from whatever cockeyed mischief she'd found for herself today. |
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!
