A Call to Arms [Abraxas War Meeting]
11-16-2017, 09:03 PM
It was time. Eagerly Malleus made his way to the Bifrost. Luckily he hadn't been far, so in no time at all the demigod was trudging through the crystal sands with his gaze fixed firmly on the dark figures ahead. Even from a distance his father cut an impressive figure. Sitting tall and proud, his dark silhouette was unmistakable even against a darkening sky.
When he arrived at the gathering Malleus sat down heavily a few feet away from his father. His gaze was sharp and eager as it flicked from Amon to Pyralis and lastly to Ashiel before darting to the horizon. He grinned into the sinking sun, his expression devilish. Today marked the beginning of a new era. The hour of the Abraxas was upon them.
Under his excitement ran a current of anxiety. The pressure to be perfect was beginning to build even now. He couldn't - wouldn't - disappoint his father. Not in the coming war and not in the days after when things were quiet and Amon could turn his attention to the success (or lack thereof) of his children. At this point Malleus had nothing to show for his efforts and he, at least, was keenly aware of his shortcomings. How old had his father been when he'd begun to make a name for himself? When he'd sired his first litter?
It was not the time for personal gain, he reminded himself. Right now he could best serve the family by being here on this beach with them, to lend his support for the coming war.
When he arrived at the gathering Malleus sat down heavily a few feet away from his father. His gaze was sharp and eager as it flicked from Amon to Pyralis and lastly to Ashiel before darting to the horizon. He grinned into the sinking sun, his expression devilish. Today marked the beginning of a new era. The hour of the Abraxas was upon them.
Under his excitement ran a current of anxiety. The pressure to be perfect was beginning to build even now. He couldn't - wouldn't - disappoint his father. Not in the coming war and not in the days after when things were quiet and Amon could turn his attention to the success (or lack thereof) of his children. At this point Malleus had nothing to show for his efforts and he, at least, was keenly aware of his shortcomings. How old had his father been when he'd begun to make a name for himself? When he'd sired his first litter?
It was not the time for personal gain, he reminded himself. Right now he could best serve the family by being here on this beach with them, to lend his support for the coming war.
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