WITH SOMBER THOUGHT
12-14-2017, 02:59 PM
Leaving the harsh winter of the northern continent behind felt like deliverance. While thunderstorms accompanied most evenings, breaking the heat of the day with cracks of lightning and occasional downpours, the days remained pleasant. He knew the dry season would be upon them before long. His family had been stationed in the arid lands nearest to the Bent Canyon for the past year, and he considered himself well acclimated to the climate. In fact, it hardly seemed worth noting, especially coupled with the other tasks that weighed on his mind. Establishing him family a permanent position, and making plans for the future, was no small task. In his odd spare moments Amon would disappear to scout the lands nearest to their own. It was rarer still that he had more than one day to venture, but when he found himself available Amon was more than happy to range even farther afield. It would be some time yet before he ventured northward of the Bifrost of course, but he imagined winter would waylay most northern packs for the time being anyways. Blizzards and famine were hardly conditions one would want to wage war under. It was enough to set his mind at east, at least for the time being. During one such bout of wandering, Amon was surprised to find an indistinct figure in the distance having caught his eye. He thought that it might be a prey creature at first, and was appropriately disappointed to find that it was in fact just a small fae. The waifish creature seemed enraptured with her jovialities, prancing and mincing about like a pup. Or perhaps she was a pup. Several of his children had been the size of this creature when they were only a third of the way grown. He did not approach, more concerned with observing before announcing his presence. There was something to be said for maintaining an advantage, no matter what situation you found yourself in. Partially concealed by the shrubbery and other flora crowding the grove, Amon was sorely tempted to turn away and sure he was never known to the young female. He had no time for either a fight or the senseless, ceaseless questions that typically accompanied meeting a new face. And yet, he was no longer just one brute who felt he had been delivered a mission. He was a leader now, and if he truly meant to claim this realm as his own, ignoring and avoiding those he felt he had little time to suffer was no longer an option. Besides, one never knew when the opportunity to learn something useful or influence another in a useful way might arise. "You have the look of one that has recently escaped winter's grasp," he called out, attempting to affect a neutral tone, if not necessarily a friendly one. In truth he was entirely interested in where the small woman had come from, and what information she might carry along with her. Walk, "Talk" Think |
Amon is prone to foul language, insulting comments, and the occasional act of violence.
His children are welcome in any and all of his threads!
His children are welcome in any and all of his threads!
