lone ranger riding in an open space [amon]

*Amon* · 11-22-2017, 03:30 PM

The spirit hardly seemed impressed by his arrival, and Amon graciously attributed that to her recent near-death arrival. That being said, he did not appreciate being ignored either. The man bristled as she turned to walk away. Perhaps she was addled, he told himself. "Shy, are we? What a shame to find such a beautiful woman with such a terrible affliction," he called to her in a dry, disinterested tone, when in truth he was anything but the sort.

In Amon's mind he ran through numerous possibilities. At the bottom line, Amon intended to father descendants bred between his line and the spirits who roamed this land. This woman seemed a prime candidate... allowing for a few behavioral issues. Amon contemplated subduing her by force, but was hesitant to do so. While none of the spirits he'd found so far had given any indication that they may possess powers beyond that of their mortal frames, it was still a point of caution. Not to mention, faes bred by force had an unending list of ways they might forfeit or destroy any sired pups.

No, this would go much more smoothly if Amon was able to reason with the woman on good terms. Perhaps he ought to simply mind her scent and follow her for a ways? Either way, Amon was not the sort to chase after any other creature unless he intended to eat it, and that was certainly not a qualifier here. If she wanted to leave, he would let her. Of course, it would not be the last time they met.
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