Pain was something Ammon was familar with. But pain in his leg, now that really triggered a memory that the wolf would love to forget. The wolf spat out a curse in a unknown and promptly dead language. Damn his blindness, he would wish he could see vagabond for what he did.
When the hellhound spoke about him not greeting him, the former god raised an metaphorical eyebrow. " Why in creations name would I even attemp that? You were the one who spoke first and threw a damn dagger at me." his voice tight from the flaring pain his leg was pulsing through his body, burning hot like a brand mark, and spreading like fever does fighting an infection.
Of course it would be easier to make quick work of someone who was much smaller than he was. If he was going to die again for a mere moment, then so be it. He was briefly happy anyway.
When the hellhound spoke about him not greeting him, the former god raised an metaphorical eyebrow. " Why in creations name would I even attemp that? You were the one who spoke first and threw a damn dagger at me." his voice tight from the flaring pain his leg was pulsing through his body, burning hot like a brand mark, and spreading like fever does fighting an infection.
Of course it would be easier to make quick work of someone who was much smaller than he was. If he was going to die again for a mere moment, then so be it. He was briefly happy anyway.
"Cause I love the way you shine on me" —-- Ammon / The pitts / [abbr=Tags ] male/ blind/ ageles.[/abbr] / roleplayer