[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.

Familar had a name, familar had a sound, familar had a scent, familar was what brought Ammon here.  The wolf who heard those unfamilar thunderous paws hitting the sand at a rapid speed, it the sound that traveled first not the sound of the ever familar voice.

And then the  shout .  "h-habibi"   There could only be one person who would call him that, and that alone made his heart seize and his throat close from the memories.  Oh those memories of happier times.  Of times where it didn't matter, where everything was one hundred precent normal.

" T-Toji?" the name came out in a soft whisper, voice soft has ever.  Ammon was blind, but his hearing was keen and he was so happy.  " It's been awhile huh toji? " he said struggling himself to not weep with joy.

Now was not the time to cry, well it was but it sort of wasnt. The former god hugged has much as he could of the hellhound. He was somewhat aware that Jerisidie was huge compared to him.  That somewhat amused him and made him sad at the same time.  This has well was not a time to make a joke in regard but to lighten the mood. " The afterlife is the afterlife, dull and boring. I sometimes heard the words of a hushed prayer and even more one sided conversations." the wolf noted softly unable to make a joke in this situation.  Poor Jerisidie this must have been a long awaited dream come true.

Times have changed, Ammon who knew that since he had died knew times were not going to be like the past. So there was always going to be him yearning for the past, where things were easier and simpler. " Enough about me, it's you that I'm worried about.  My death affected you didn't it aziz-am??" he asked not wanting to know the answer, but already knew the results from hearing it.  For once he was glad that he was blind, for he would have been nearly in tears himself.

Killed millions eh? Ammon sighed and almost smiled in response.  The lupine was somewhat amused in that regard, as morbid as it was.  He knew there was going to be hell to be paid the moment he passed on into the afterlife, and the afterlife was buzzing for all those times Jer would have killed all those poor souls. " Let me ask you this were those souls worth of a death of that grand scale?" a question but again it was a question.  Ammon was not mad, he would have painted the city of where the gods resided with ichor. 

That was what when for once Ammon was very confused on what Jer was doing, his head acutally tilted. " Toji? What are you doing??"

"The afterlife was busy thanks to you and your rampage. I've never seen so many ruffled feathers in one clustered place." it was very odd for Ammon to feel a slight twinge of morbid amusement. " it was the highlight of my deceased period. The only thing that had me looking up to something and various attempts to get to hell. That went well."

"Have you seen yourself lately? You are massive toji. Mark you? How? Unless I have some kind of magicked ink that will not wash off." Ammon sounded incredibly astounded, by the looks of things if no one knew anything about them that Ammon was the more than likely keening whimpering one. Nope.