11-13-2018, 12:25 AM
To be quiet honest, Ammon was not used to this body. It was fairly weak, while his old one hummed with the power. This one was different, and much weaker. He wondered on what this body could do, but again what was up with all these hellhounds running wild around here? Was a gate of hell opened without him realizing it? Never the less the bluish grey wolf was minding his own bussiness.
There were one thing that Vagabond had against Ammon, Ammon would never ever know what he would look like. But that didn't do shit against him remembering how the person and what the person smelled like since he would always remember that whenever someone did harm to him. This scent unfamilar masking another scent that didn't make any logic sense, how can a person smell that much of gunpowder or something dark and metalic.
It brought nothing but fear towards the former god, and he didn't want anything to do with him. Not alone speak to the hellhound, he just wished the hellhound would avoid him. Or even better spare him.
"Cause I love the way you shine on me" —-- Ammon / The pitts / [abbr=Tags ] male/ blind/ ageles.[/abbr] / roleplayer