so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
Grinning as the fyrhund is pushed off the table, Astaroth resets the cane in his hand, once again missing the fancy version he had from back when. It’s a thought that buries itself into his mind for later, perhaps asking Dygra to help him make it as it once was. But anyway, it gets the job done enough.
So much so that when the fyrhund scrambles back to his feet, Astaroth is ready, dark eyes tracking the canine as he lunges for his throat instead and a deep chuckle leaves the older Ancient. The cane lifts as he steps aside with grace, pulling himself out of the line of fire for the other man, but not without using that cane again to try and smack him on the back as he jumps, trying to change his trajectory back to the ground.
So much so that when the fyrhund scrambles back to his feet, Astaroth is ready, dark eyes tracking the canine as he lunges for his throat instead and a deep chuckle leaves the older Ancient. The cane lifts as he steps aside with grace, pulling himself out of the line of fire for the other man, but not without using that cane again to try and smack him on the back as he jumps, trying to change his trajectory back to the ground.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
