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
Well he hadn’t expected to hit that hard, but he’d be lying if the idea of the crack that echoes in the cavern they’re in isn’t satisfying. Grinning with a touch more of his feral side, Astaroth steps back and reorients himself, hand lifting to rake back the dark hair that’s come loose from where it had been sitting otherwise as he prepares for the retaliation.
Fyrhund turns back to hound and Astaroth lifts a dark brow at the comment, a bright chuckle slipping from him at the idea of it even as Isar lunges, the knife scraping just barely against the knuckle as he dodges, gritting his sharp teeth to utilize the cane for a bit of balance, lifting his leg to aim right for Isar’s shoulder and chest to push him back down from where he’d lunged from.
Fyrhund turns back to hound and Astaroth lifts a dark brow at the comment, a bright chuckle slipping from him at the idea of it even as Isar lunges, the knife scraping just barely against the knuckle as he dodges, gritting his sharp teeth to utilize the cane for a bit of balance, lifting his leg to aim right for Isar’s shoulder and chest to push him back down from where he’d lunged from.
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
