[AW] Where A Dead Man Called Out

[Ammon]

Born of graves

And Left below

   There was too much in this air, too much tension and spine-caressing stress that had rapidly filled the space, and the black stag's ears flattened down to his skull in an earnest sign of an irritation growing into anger. He clung to that burgeoning sensation in his breast as his head turned to face the other black that approached, and when the nameless wretch arched his neck in clear aggression, the quiet Ammon simply tilted his head, a subtle and passive warning as the moonlight gleamed on his sharp antlers, a weapon he bore and used well, one this battle-hungry stallion lacked. A question came from the other man, a name to the mare, and her reply almost made Ammon snort, and with that he once more turned his attention away from the behemoth, to one much smaller, and vastly more docile.

   This one caught his attention, ears flicking forward as his hollow eyes silently regarded the new arrival, interest piqued at the subtle nuance of the black mare giving the new man name. Apollo, he was then, and clearly there was history. Amusement flickered through him as she moved from his side to the other's, and he inclined his head in a gesture of greeting, though his expression bore nothing but silence. "Thou hath no need for forgiveness, Apollo be it?" He turned his eyes to the mare, Ktu, and inclined his head to her as well. "If thine friend hath need of thee, then allow me to wish thee a good night and farewell."\

SKELVOI

I AM SO SORRY FOR THE CRAPINESS OF THIS

@BlackPlague @Ktulu @Apollo