Myth in the Making
01-15-2018, 11:00 AM
Amon devoted his morning to a thorough patrol of the Creek, and the border he had set in place to protect their portion of it. Every wary, the titan was not yet convinced the rest of these lands would not retaliate against them. He had been loathe to send out members of the pack on other errands, worried that they might be caught unawares with their force divided. But as the warm, rainy season fell away into its cool, arid other half, Amon had begun to grow restless again. There was simply too much to be done. Of course, his plans for the future did nothing to dispel the daily duties which awaited them all. Borders needed patrolled, prey needed felled, and the apprentices needed to get their asses in gear. Amon was pleased to see Pyralis' boy taking initiative, and often noticed him about and active. As for Amon's children and the boy's sister, well... He made a mental note to chat with Pyralis about that. Walking along the creek's bank distracted him somewhat; the water level was lower than it had been a moon ago, but it was to early in the dry season for him to fear for it's running dry. For now he paused to peer amongst the reeds, wondering if he might spot a fish or some other meal waiting for him. The noon sun hung pale and powerful above him, and Amon envied it's view. 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!
