Good Omens (Abraxi)
12-08-2017, 09:00 AM
"It may be for the best," he agreed morbidly with Amon, gold eyes slitting thoughtfully. Despite the godblood they all shared, their mortal forms were prone to failure eventually. Even they could sicken, grow old, die, and the old man had already been shown to pass on madness to some of his children. Who knew what manner of creatures he could sire as age and infirmity of mind and body began creeping in?
Apollo glanced over at the third Abraxas to speak, his cool expression showing interest at the prime young male who'd appeared. "Malleus, is it? You've done a bit of growing up since I saw you last, boy. A fine example of an Abraxas." He gave a short, sharp nod as he spoke the words. Yes, he approved of this one. Amon's eldest, if he remembered correctly. It seemed at least one of the litter was shaping up as an asset to the family, even if none of the boy's siblings had come to investigate. Perhaps Amon had sent them out on missions of their own.
Or perhaps not.
He listened with a grim neutrality as his siblings explained the situation. The disinterest displayed, the wandering. He made a deep rumble, a thoughtful sound, but for a moment that was all the reply he made. Surely if they had been so... bored, the others of the Abraxas brood could have simply spoken with Amon about this, or sought to actively make a name for themselves, rather than simply disappearing. The situation stank alarmingly of something worse. Perhaps their father had been too lax in demanding loyalty, too ready to allow selfishness to creep in so that his children cared not for the family above themselves, but rather themselves above their family.
"I shall look forward to every moment of it," he finally promised with a faint rumble that may have been a chuckle. "And we shall see if your plans finally bring our other relatives crawling to support you from where they hide now." His voice cooled considerably upon his second sentence, and he wondered if he would need to drag them into line by their ears and smack them around until they stood at the ready for their new patriarch's words.
Apollo glanced over at the third Abraxas to speak, his cool expression showing interest at the prime young male who'd appeared. "Malleus, is it? You've done a bit of growing up since I saw you last, boy. A fine example of an Abraxas." He gave a short, sharp nod as he spoke the words. Yes, he approved of this one. Amon's eldest, if he remembered correctly. It seemed at least one of the litter was shaping up as an asset to the family, even if none of the boy's siblings had come to investigate. Perhaps Amon had sent them out on missions of their own.
Or perhaps not.
He listened with a grim neutrality as his siblings explained the situation. The disinterest displayed, the wandering. He made a deep rumble, a thoughtful sound, but for a moment that was all the reply he made. Surely if they had been so... bored, the others of the Abraxas brood could have simply spoken with Amon about this, or sought to actively make a name for themselves, rather than simply disappearing. The situation stank alarmingly of something worse. Perhaps their father had been too lax in demanding loyalty, too ready to allow selfishness to creep in so that his children cared not for the family above themselves, but rather themselves above their family.
"I shall look forward to every moment of it," he finally promised with a faint rumble that may have been a chuckle. "And we shall see if your plans finally bring our other relatives crawling to support you from where they hide now." His voice cooled considerably upon his second sentence, and he wondered if he would need to drag them into line by their ears and smack them around until they stood at the ready for their new patriarch's words.