We Will Not Go Quietly

*Amon* · 01-17-2018, 09:49 AM

The skies above Amon were foreboding, to say the least. Dark and roiling with all the fury of the mortal world, they foretold rain, rain, and more rain. A cool wind blew against him, and he turned his shoulder to step out of it's direct path. There was a bit of business he had to attend to today, and he was not yet sure how best to go about it. In their conquest they had taken several captives, but Amon had never intended for them to stay. Bountiful as the Empire's territory was, there were limits to what a land could sustain and Amon knew they were fast approaching it's edge. No, they could not stay.

But that did not mean he did not have a use for them.

Picking up the young girl's scent was tricky in the rain. Scent paths were muddled, and the gusting wind blew trails every which way. It took him time, but eventually the titanic shadow found recent evidence of Philomena's passing. Following her trail, he came upon the youngling standing by herself, and apparently deep in thought. Curious, Amon allowed the depths of the cavernous forest consume him, his pelt allowing him to practically melt into it's hidden spaces. Lingering on the edge of hearing, he was just close enough to make out a prayer of sorts to her deceased father. Interesting, Amon thought with a soft chuckle, then cleared his throat to announce himself. She began to move as the rain would fall, and Amon allowed it's pittering hissing sound to cover him as he lurked in her wake.

Working her way into the forest's heart, the girl remained silent. Amon observed her carefully, always certain to maintain a distance between them but never letting her out of his sight. Finally in the gnarled forest's depths she would sit, staring up at the expansive canopy above. It seemed as if his opportunity to glean anything useful was up, and so with her back turned Amon stepped out of the shadows. Slinking carefully and quietly he would approach, not wanting to allow his presence to be known until the last moment. Perhaps it would startle he a bit, but Amon found wolves were much more compliant when they were a bit... off balance. He sat, and cleared his throat gently. "Philomena. Might I borrow a moment of your time?" Ever eloquent, he awaited her response.

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