A Melancholy Town Where We Never Smile

*Amon* · 11-16-2017, 05:31 PM

Amon pulled up in surprise upon finding his sibling's scent. It had been one long absent from the land, and given the most recent circumstances surrounding her family, he wasn't surprised. The whole business concerning concerning Ana's "daughter," and Skia's subsequent actions, still brought a storm of grim uncertainty to the forefront of his mind. He had been itching to discuss it with Ana ever since, but the ethereal woman had been hard to find. He wondered if she knew that Andras had found his way to them as well. The only way to find the answers he sought was to find his sister.

Why it seemed like all he ever did these days was track down his wayward family members Amon could not say. He and he alone seemed to be the only wolf among them who possessed the ability to stay in one place for longer than a single day. It was preposterous, but he supposed it was his lot in life. It was some time before he finally found his sister's pale form among the gouts of smoke and steam belching forth from the same lake he had found Malleus exploring not long ago. He greeted her with cool neutrality, wondering at the extent of her guilt. What did she know? What was the truth? Most importantly, would she run? "Anamalech. You've been difficult to find, lately."

Amon sat, but kept his body tense and muscles taut. If she decided to flee from him, the titan was prepared to leap to his paws at once and give chase. Or perhaps, Anamalech was ignorant of the whole business. It was Amon's understanding that his niece had separated from her for some time before her demise. There were more questions than answers at the moment, and Amon was never the sort to be hasty. "I mean to discuss this business between Skia and your... daughter." Amon spat the word as if it offended him, which it did. "How much do you know?"

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