FROM THE ASHES, WE RISE [The Empire]

*Gaios* · 12-02-2017, 01:01 PM

Gaios heard his father's call and perked upwards. He had been victorious! Knowing he wanted the attention of the entire family, Gaios had turned and raced towards the call. If the old geezer wanted to chase after him, well, fine. At least he would have a good excuse for being late. The pale boy arrived to see his father an aunt Pyralis sitting close together. His breath caught upon noticing the blood on his father's pelt. He could not smell any blood except that of the mortal who had been Amon's opponent, and with astonishment Gaios realized his father had not received a single wound. His eyes widened and as he sat down across from the two elder wolves, he realized his respect for the man had deepened ever more.

To Gaios there had really been no doubt that Amon would succeed. It hardly seemed possible to equate the word 'failure' alongside any of his family members, least of all his father. Also in attendance were two more of his elders, Razi and Skia. Aunts, or close enough to it. Gaios hoped that the rest of his family members would arrive soon as well. If the Dragoste wolves were wise they would forfeit their fights and make haste. Gaios knew it wasn't generally wise to keep a group of his kin waiting. "Congratulations, Father," he said once he'd settled in place. "Did he put up much of a fight?" It didn't appear so. Then again, fully convinced his father was a God himself, Gaios supposed it was possible that Amon would come out of most any fight unscathed.

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