A Call to Arms [Abraxas War Meeting]

Amon called and she was hasty to answer. She padded forward, her pelt neatly groomed. She had news for amon but would wait. She had found her spirit and was intent on breeding with him to gain her own children. She moved in and sat in the shadows. Her eyes fell on Amon first then darkly on her elder cousin, the one female said to look like the moon's seductress. That must be Anamelach, the one that had brought mortal scum into their folds. Surprising she still found herself alive. Amon must be softer than she would have been. Their name was strength and was holy, to allow a mortal to come in and take up their name was insult upon the fallen god.

She cast her eyes back onto the form of Amon. It was time to wage war on the filthy mongrels of this land, if he did not lead it she would be forced to publicly challenge him for his position inside the family. She kept her face impassive though to keep everyone from knowing how dark she truely was. She would enjoy ripping some mortal apart. Perhaps she would allow one to live, after she took its tongue and eyes, as her servant. Though that would be the highest any mortal could hope for with the goddess in charge.