hi julia it's time ( iv-a im gross )

[ As ripples will inevitably be cast back upon their origin, Tyki receives the rush in return: the cries of defiance and pain, the clash of weapons and flesh; a child torn from the arms of a screaming mother, a man choking on himself as he is pierced through and through again, there is a distinct sense of comprehension that flows through it. Meaning, purpose. Something entirely inhuman in thought and view of battle, war and death. Bloodlust tangles with divine severity.

Above it all, the redhead'd god of war arches a brow. Larger than life, in Communion, with blood sleek upon his bare feet and the desert flowing free from the ends of his hair. Does he believe in god? He is such a thing, precisely woven into the shape of Tyki's memories? insensate thoughts? ]