Kerosene and a Fistful of Matches

*Amon* · (This post was last modified: 11-25-2017, 10:50 AM by Amon.)

Amon saw the moment the man's decision was made. A look of fear was replaced by a look of rage, which brought a curling smile onto Amon's lips. Yes, he thought, delighted. Get angry, little man. Anger makes wolves do such stupid things... He listened as the man ranted on, marveling at how his own anger was being transmuted into a twisted sort of glee. How dare this mortal scum speak to him that way? Oh, his vengeance would be sweet. Amon began to salivate thinking about sinking his fangs into the pathetic man's neck.

"The proof you thirst for will be your undoing," he murmured, voice softened by the intense rage that choked him, clouding his mind with it's heady presence. As Amon continued to speak, his voice grew powerful and far more sinister. "You've sealed your fate, mortal. I will gleefully tear you limb from limb. I really do hope your mate," he said with a bite, "has other suitors lined up. She'll need someone to help her forget the sight of your broken body once I drag it all the way back to your pathetic little pack, piece by piece. Perhaps they will need proof of our magnitude as well." He looked over to Andras and Kaine, both so eager for bloodshed and pain. "I'm sure one of my fellows here will be more than happy to attend her," he snarled.

What a pathetic little whelp. He was playing a game he did not one understand and one he could not hope to win. If he knew the swaths of destruction the Abraxas name had carved through hundreds of lands before this one, perhaps he would not be so quick to refuse. "You would have been lucky to stand amongst us, you foolish, pathetic creature. Instead you've sealed the fate of every wolf you've ever sworn to protect. I'll be sure to let them know, as they're staring into the jaws of death, that you had the opportunity to choose life for them and threw it away for the sake of pride. Do you think they'll thank you for it?" Amon spun on his heels, begin the trek towards this lands ancient battlegrounds. "Let's escort our new friend to the field, hmm? I'd rather he not have the chance to tip the others off. So much easier to slaughter sheep when they're all in one place."

-Exit-

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