Ain't No Rest For the Wicked
03-31-2018, 01:58 PM
No moss was going to grow on the Abraxas in Amon's absence. No, Malleus had every intention of continuing his father's work while he was gone. He would make Amon proud and do the name of the Fallen God justice. It was with these goals in mind that Malleus made his way to a mortal pack. Abaven, to be exact. He'd visited the pack twice now; once with Seth and once on his own when he'd been wounded and in need of assistance. While he hadn't become intimately acquainted with the pack and its members, he'd gleaned enough useful information from it to reach a decision. The pack was small and quiet; the perfect first step in the taking of Boreas. Malleus had been thinking a great deal about what had gone awry with Dragoste. He'd decided finally, that perhaps the mortals here were a bit too soft, too faint-hearted, to handle such a show of force. Many had fled like rabbits; their fearful hearts scattering them across Boreas. To test this theory, and to work off the fear he knew had been instilled by the fall of Dragoste, he'd come to Abaven alone. He summoned Abaven's alpha to the border with a low howl. Today he would test the waters and perhaps if it seemed right, lay the foundation of a takeover. |