FROM THE ASHES, WE RISE [The Empire]

*Amon* · 12-02-2017, 12:25 PM

It had been a long journey back from the battlefield. Amon had crossed the leagues between where he was and where he was headed with all the speed his limbs could provide him. The crisp winter air invigorated him, burning his lungs as they worked to sustain his punishing pace. Of course, the titanic man hardly noticed. He felt as though the Fallen God himself hovered just overhead, he could feel the pride in his deity's gaze. It had begun. They had succeeded in their first step. It was in truth the first of many, but it was one done. He was eager to see how he would be received, and what waited for him back within the pack's bounds. His pack, now. The beginnings of an Empire.

Coming to stand on what once was Dragoste's borders once again, he tipped his head back and let out a victorious howl. It was one that beckoned all wolves to come forward and learn their fate. At the moment, Amon was of the mind to spare the mortals who lived here. After all, vast as his family was, there was no use for an Empire without those living in it. His mission was to show these wolves the way of the Fallen God. His deity promised power to his followers, each and every one of them, and untold misery to those who might reject him. Amon was confident that allowing these mortals to know truth in his light was his true purpose in this endeavor. He knew at last that this was his god's intention for him.

And my, oh my, did he ever delight in the promise of untold misery. Amon sat tall, proud of the fearsome visage he projected. A wolf of indomitable size and strength, his coat still an unmarred landscape of soot and coal, free of and wounds. He was, of course, splattered with blood... but it was not his own. In particular, he called for any ranking members of Dragoste that still remained. He intended to offer them the same deal as Ganta, except in this fight it would not be one versus one. Oh no, Amon led too many dogs of war for that, and he knew his brethren were ravenous to route the nonbelievers. The inquisition they had begun would resound for ages.

Amon beckoned his family, now the victorious champions of their efforts that day. The right to lead had been ceded to him, and by extension the Abraxas at large. It was time they decide once and for all where they would be settling, and round up the mortals who were wise enough to come with them. Dispatching the rest would not take long, and he made a mental note to send out a party of scouts to track down any who had managed to get away. For now, they had a hierarchy to establish, and an Empire to raise.

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