receipt from a late night motel

*Amon* · (This post was last modified: November 16, 2014, 03:05 PM by Amon.)

His speech text is formatted to be uppercase, lmao, but he isn't actually shouting.

Aside from the run-in with Donatus, Amon had spent the past few weeks alone. It was surprising to hear the voice of a stranger through the trees; naturally the man's fur spiked along his shoulders, and he raised his head sharply. A keen look swept across the nearby shadows as his gait steadied, but it was clear by the time Amon reached the other side of a copse of trees that this was not a threat. It was a stranger, yes, but a stranger that was striding out of caldera lands, sans escort.

The boy's tone was jovial as well - a far cry different from the voice of an enemy. Without much pause, Amon called back to him: Hello. A fair day for a stroll. Ugh, what idle and useless banter. But it was pleasant enough. For too long Amon had been in the company of his vile brother. As he neared the salt-and-pepper boy, Amon dipped his head respectfully. How fares the caldera?