amun
Unlike his Ascended kin, Amun didn’t have a problem venturing out in the day. Sure, he was slow, but especially after the recent blessing from The Voice he found it didn't bother him as much. Torchline was also much prettier in the light. Just because he could see in the dark didn't mean he wanted to.
Of course, today, something strange seemed to be in the air. Following a call that felt a little too close to the one he'd heard at LongNight for comfort, he eventually found it was emanating from a pool around which a small group was gathering.
The only one he recognized was that fucking stick-in-the-mud of a Launceleyn, so instead, the potter stood on the opposite side of the pool, giving the water a wide berth as it roiling and something stirred within. He had a cutlass at his hip, but for now he primed his upgrade, ready to peace out when if this got violent.
Of course, today, something strange seemed to be in the air. Following a call that felt a little too close to the one he'd heard at LongNight for comfort, he eventually found it was emanating from a pool around which a small group was gathering.
The only one he recognized was that fucking stick-in-the-mud of a Launceleyn, so instead, the potter stood on the opposite side of the pool, giving the water a wide berth as it roiling and something stirred within. He had a cutlass at his hip, but for now he primed his upgrade, ready to peace out when if this got violent.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
