[Training] King of All Creation

moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to

i will carve my way out

Claws snag through cloth and little else, though there's the childish twinge of disappointment when further skin - bloodied or otherwise - isn't revealed because of it. His crooning voice is more tone than words in her ears, the burst of fire stealing breath from her lungs. A fear she hadn't known until fighting the void with Maea, a memory she'd thought long buried. Her heart skips, twinges - magic falters, bleeding away - only for anger to fuel her in its place, sending hardened Komodo scales down her arms to bear the brunt of the heat while stubbornness bridges the gap. Forward, not away.

She throws her entire body into him, venom springing to her teeth as the cat gives way to the reptile, and her entire figure goes supernova. Arctic white hair, skin as true to ivory, irises bleeding into sclera with no border, shining in overbearing illumination as she tries to take Asta to the floor so she might get her teeth or nails into him like a true animal.

with only my teeth

HOTARU

so play it out, i'm wide awake, it's a scene about me
there's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay

Content to let the fire aim for her hands, he cares little for any fear or anger it might instill. Who was he if not to utilize the strengths Dygra had granted him? Who was he to care about what fears or worries the strange, beautiful woman he spars with may have?

Fire curls against the scales, offering heat and little more before Astaroth is withdrawing it as she moves forward and not backward as he’d expected. Barking a laugh of sound that echoes from the cavern-like walls around them, the butcher trying to step back as she turns alabaster before his very eyes. A distraction, to be sure, with the way she knocks into him and he does lose his balance.

Tripping and slipping backwards, his hands try desperately to twist them as she lands on top of him, claws digging into the fine clothing and tearing – drawing blood this time. There’s no sounds of pain from the butcher, though, simply more dark and delighted amusement as he works to twist them, hoping to pin her down. And if his snapping teeth get a little too close to her in turn? Well, it wasn’t as if he was hiding them this whole time.

Astaroth

and if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me

moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to

i will carve my way out

His laugh is animalistic, the crack of bone beneath predatory teeth, and the sharp sound of it is clarity that brings her away from fiery afterimages and back to the scalding embers of destruction. They roll like dogs, snapping and clawing, venom and violence. She a blaze of starlight and he a bloodied shadow. It would be poetic from another’s eyes, but to them there is only the scent of iron and the burn of hunger in their throats. 

His teeth scrape at the point of her collarbone, sharpened points bloodying it immediately. Nothing like the perfect rings of scars from Nate and Wessex, but something monstrous rises within her at the mere notion that anyone else’s teeth might mark her when both lovers are long dead. 

Demigod strength outweighing his by far, Hotaru shoves her hand into the crushed space between them to wrap her fingers around his collarbone to crest his shoulder and shove. Stone and gems are unforgiving as she resists his attempt to flip them, and it allows her enough room to press her claw points into the vital areas there in a threat meant to force him to concede. 

She looms over him, teeth bared and glinting with venom, shoulder bare and dress torn to nearly reveal her breast as blood drips down her collarbone and begins to stain the ragged edges of the cloth - and though natural color bleeds back into her skin as her focus wavers, she glows like a comet, perched upon his chest like a true Valkyrie. The order to concede hovers behind her teeth, the respect he’s garnered the only leash keeping her tethered to the deal they’d struck when she could force a win in a single breath.

with only my teeth

HOTARU

so play it out, i'm wide awake, it's a scene about me
there's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay

She is fierce and fiery in all the ways that don’t scream any traditional ways he’s used to. It’s invigorating, and suddenly intoxicating as his sharp teeth nick at her perfectly beautiful skin. And whereas it would give him more room to try and push up against her to flip them, he finds his strength dwindles in comparison to hers – in the way she keeps him pinned and points her claws against the edges of vital spaces that the butcher knows intimately would be too much of a detriment to return from.

So it’s with a bloodsoaked grin that he flashes at Hotaru, his strength melting as she glows above him – admiration flickers into his dark gaze, made into a lighter honey tone reflected from her magic. “I concede, darling.” He forfeits, wisely, thankful for the recent bloodlust hunt to not have him gore himself in an attempt to try and lap up the ruby streaking down her neck.

As it stands, his concession is made and he waits for her to stand before apologies are offered, a sleeve to clean herself up should she wish to, and any other little polite statements before he snags a gemstone on the way out, pocketing it into his fine waistcoat speckled with a few drops of blood.

- FIN

Astaroth

and if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me