Hanged Man Comin' Down From The Gallows [Amon v. Ganta]

*Amon* · (This post was last modified: 11-27-2017, 03:13 PM by Amon.)

While he waited for Ganta to arrive, Amon was surprised to find Pyralis draw closer to him. He shook himself from the war-like mindset that had fogged his mind, listening with surprise and then interest as his sister spoke. A variety of emotions played through his mind as he did, a mingling of confusion and a bit of irritation. Why Pyralis had waited so long to speak to him, he could not say. Then again, the woman was hardly one to care for timing. Then again, he recalled the words she'd spoken at their earlier meeting and again while standing on Dragoste's border. Perhaps he should not be surprised after all.

He leveled his sister with a cool stare. Ashiel did have the qualities for a leader, that much was obvious. He was a quiet, calm boy, yet he did not shy from violence. Amon knew he was bright and would make a strategic general once seasoned. He would do well with a pack, but he was still so young. Amon rumbled. “Hmm... You make a valid point, Pyralis. But I believe Ashiel is still far too young and inexperienced to lead without a year or so of seasoning and true combat. And besides, I cannot let the mortal filth's words to go unpunished. If you would rather shred him alongside me and bring him back living, well... I can see validity in it. The dead are forgotten. The mutilated living are not quite so easy to brush away.” Amon turned back to the cluster of brush that marked the barrier of the battlefield, still waiting for Ganta to appear.

Amon wanted this man's blood. He thirsted for it, but was it truly the fastest route to achieve his goals? Amon was nothing if not pragmatic, but it would seem he had allowed his pride and rage to cloud his judgement. To spend time and strength in a senseless slaughter of one wolf would only make the conquering of the others more difficult. It truly did make more sense for them to take the easiest path. “You've convinced me. If only because you know how much I love to watch you work,” he rumbled, voice still hinting at displeasure, but less so than he might have thought. She may be a wild one, his sister, but she had certainly inherited the same sharp mind he had himself. “Very well. Do you suppose we ought to let the poor wretch know the terms have changed, or surprise him?” He lifted a brow, and smiled.

AMON vs GANTA for PACK CHALLENGE
Round 0/3
Height 45"
Build: Heavy

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