11-12-2018, 04:49 PM
[member=1929]JERISIDIE[/member] ( hold on responses until Jerisidie responds)
In death one could be and would remain bored for the sake of boredom.
But to live again in the mortal realm, as a mortal spoke volumes. Ammon came to find out that been a mortal without his god form really made things even more dangerous to a certain degree. One he was blind in this body and two this place that he was at stunk to high heaven. The smell of rotting bodies and blood were gag worthy, the war god would have loved this place. This territory spoke nothing of good things. He had wandered for oh so long since his rebirth as a mortal, looking for certain pair of golden eyes. Once he found them, all things would fall back into place all would be right in the world.
This place was too dry and way to hot for a wolf. A soft aquamarine eyes looked about, although it was more of his hearing that would allow for such a thing, for at least now his scent of sweet as roses, but intoxicating at the scent of burning herbs, mainly sage,sweetgrass, myrrh and sandalwood mingled within one another. The wolf sat at least a three steps in front of the border not wanting blood to ever touch their body ever, since blood was very hard to clean once it was dry and sticky. Or was it it was drying and was becoming sticky as sugar syrup.
For now he sat at the border waiting, he was somewhat nervous and hoped for the best. There is a possible chance that he might just grow the courage to leave. It was wiser that way.
In death one could be and would remain bored for the sake of boredom.
But to live again in the mortal realm, as a mortal spoke volumes. Ammon came to find out that been a mortal without his god form really made things even more dangerous to a certain degree. One he was blind in this body and two this place that he was at stunk to high heaven. The smell of rotting bodies and blood were gag worthy, the war god would have loved this place. This territory spoke nothing of good things. He had wandered for oh so long since his rebirth as a mortal, looking for certain pair of golden eyes. Once he found them, all things would fall back into place all would be right in the world.
This place was too dry and way to hot for a wolf. A soft aquamarine eyes looked about, although it was more of his hearing that would allow for such a thing, for at least now his scent of sweet as roses, but intoxicating at the scent of burning herbs, mainly sage,sweetgrass, myrrh and sandalwood mingled within one another. The wolf sat at least a three steps in front of the border not wanting blood to ever touch their body ever, since blood was very hard to clean once it was dry and sticky. Or was it it was drying and was becoming sticky as sugar syrup.
For now he sat at the border waiting, he was somewhat nervous and hoped for the best. There is a possible chance that he might just grow the courage to leave. It was wiser that way.
"Cause I love the way you shine on me" —-- Ammon / The pitts / [abbr=Tags ] male/ blind/ ageles.[/abbr] / roleplayer