Bringin' Home the Bacon [EMPIRE HUNT]
01-16-2018, 08:49 AM
Apollo had been spending a great deal of time in patrols acquainting himself with these new territories of theirs. He had not yet made his way over to this coast in exploration before Amon had led them north, so it was all new to him. He was also, as he hoped the others of the family were, engaged in aggressively marking the new territories to make the warning signs clear and distinct to anyone wandering nearby. No weak markers to indicate a brand new pack that might have been struggling to get their paws under them, no. The Risen Empire would have the strong, obvious borders of a pack many seasons more established than it really was.
But he had been entrusted by his brother with a high enough rank that he could not continue to sit idly walking and marking borders. He would need to see about beginning to recruit others into the pack, among them strong and obedient mortals as well as the wide-reaching core that had been built of the Abraxas bloodline. Gaios the elder had spread his seed entirely too well, and many of the outlier litters were not as well grounded in training and attitude as Apollo would expect. Perhaps having mortals who showed potential fighting and training beside them would shame and encourage the Abraxas to live up to their own potential instead of indulging in sloth and decadence. The core family would slowly start to disperse again anyway, as Amon's plans for conquest moved forward and more packs were formed of their blood.
These thoughts were very much on the lieutenant's mind as he patrolled, only to be set aside as Amon's howl rang through the lands seeking wolves to hunt beside him. Hunting was neither Apollo's primary duty nor his best skill, but he was proficient enough and there were few enough hunters that he knew he could be of use here. So he turned with precision from his patrol - knowing that others were already on the borders and they would not be unprotected - and cut across the land through the sycamores. "Greetings, Amon," he rumbled, stepping out beside his darker brother to survey the land as the alpha was. Anything more than the simple respectful greeting would have been simply stating the obvious, any questions asked equally obvious or would surely be answered shortly, so the phantom was content to simply stand vigilantly.
But he had been entrusted by his brother with a high enough rank that he could not continue to sit idly walking and marking borders. He would need to see about beginning to recruit others into the pack, among them strong and obedient mortals as well as the wide-reaching core that had been built of the Abraxas bloodline. Gaios the elder had spread his seed entirely too well, and many of the outlier litters were not as well grounded in training and attitude as Apollo would expect. Perhaps having mortals who showed potential fighting and training beside them would shame and encourage the Abraxas to live up to their own potential instead of indulging in sloth and decadence. The core family would slowly start to disperse again anyway, as Amon's plans for conquest moved forward and more packs were formed of their blood.
These thoughts were very much on the lieutenant's mind as he patrolled, only to be set aside as Amon's howl rang through the lands seeking wolves to hunt beside him. Hunting was neither Apollo's primary duty nor his best skill, but he was proficient enough and there were few enough hunters that he knew he could be of use here. So he turned with precision from his patrol - knowing that others were already on the borders and they would not be unprotected - and cut across the land through the sycamores. "Greetings, Amon," he rumbled, stepping out beside his darker brother to survey the land as the alpha was. Anything more than the simple respectful greeting would have been simply stating the obvious, any questions asked equally obvious or would surely be answered shortly, so the phantom was content to simply stand vigilantly.