ISAR
Arm yourself
Isar cocked a brow and pursed his mouth, nodding slowly. "Places, I see. So you're still sneaking around. Hiding. Wonderful - gotta fucking love that." Except the look in his eyes suggested that he wasn't amused. Watching Astaroth like a stray wolf waiting for a chance to snag a prize from a bear, his gaze went to the remnants of the animal, and something hungry passed over his expression.
"There were remnants left when I grew up," he reminisced, idle as can be. "Ma unified them and by the time I reached manhood she'd moved many of em into the Fangs. O'course, then them outlanders started to pop up... Made for good hunting, but damn they were nosy fuckers." Pausing, he ran a tongue over his bottom lip. Assessed Asta, trying to gauge his mood.
"Listen... how 'bout I help you work off some of that energy, and then we can chat over the last of that critter, whatever it is, hm?"
"There were remnants left when I grew up," he reminisced, idle as can be. "Ma unified them and by the time I reached manhood she'd moved many of em into the Fangs. O'course, then them outlanders started to pop up... Made for good hunting, but damn they were nosy fuckers." Pausing, he ran a tongue over his bottom lip. Assessed Asta, trying to gauge his mood.
"Listen... how 'bout I help you work off some of that energy, and then we can chat over the last of that critter, whatever it is, hm?"
Because no one else here will save you
