Breathe Deep, Stop Time

*Amon* · 01-27-2018, 07:36 PM

The woman's words were cryptic, her tone lilting and carrying some weight which spoke to Amon of hidden intentions. No matter. She had a nigh otherworldly appearance. Her coat had the coloring of a dying ember, though the fae was clearly unaffected by the water. He watched as she held fast against the current, even as it tugged at her and insisted she follow its course. There was something to admire in the small rebellion, even if he did not entirely understand it.

"Pain and pleasure mix well," he would agree, "though I've found the mixture is most potent when it is shared between two wolves instead of one." Preferably with one experiencing the pain, and another the pleasure. He read poise and self-assurance in the woman's sultry movements and luxurious tone of voice. The self importance practically radiated off of her. He restrained a scoff, swallowing it to keep his face arranged only for the sake of courteous pleasantries and nothing more. Yes, women like her were all the same. Thinking themselves clever when the truth was Amon could hardly walk a mile without finding some vixen so delusional as to think they were dangerous. But he would play her game, for now.

There was still much to learn.

"My name is Amon Abraxas," he introduced himself. If nothing else, the titanic shadow was courteous. "Might I have the pleasure of knowing whom I address?" A gentlemen was always better received than a vagrant. Each new acquaintance was a gift from the Fallen God, if only he would be blessed with the knowledge of how to twist it to his favor. The woman would serve some sort of purpose. Every wolf had one, did that not? So he would determine it, or be on his way. But Amon was already growing bored of her presence, so he did hope she would hurry it along.
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