So We Meet Again... [Caia]

Amon turned her name over in his mind. Caia Aeris. It struck no familiar chords in his memory. The only other wolf he had seen in the flesh with an appearance such as hers was the youngling, and she'd like as not perished by this point. Oh well. If these spirits couldn't tend to their own, that was hardly his problem. "A pleasure to officially meet you, Caia Aeris," he said, allowing her name to roll of his tongue with only the vaguest hint of dry amusement, verging on frustration. No, he was not particularly fond of being called Smart Mouth, given than if any mere mortal ever thought to speak to him in that manner he would rip them asunder for the insolence of it, but she was clearly no mere mortal.

But of course, neither was he. "My name is Amon Abraxas," he said. "I am the leader of nearby pack, due southwest of here." Their mythos said that once they had reclaimed the middleworld in the name of the Fallen God, as it's denizens began paying him homage, the heavens would once again be theirs to rule. Many generations had tried and failed. Amon did not know where his bid for everlasting immortality stood among the rest, but given the recent rumors he had heard about his father, he would not be surprised if the Risen Empire was the Abraxas' best chance yet at securing their eternal seat in the house of the gods. He wasn't about to stop now.


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