Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
The plants have been doing a number on the outskirts of the Grounds, such that Asta hasn’t paid it too much mind – not with what he’s heard is the current project Dantalion has spurred into action. So as it stands, he’s simply out for a stroll, getting used to his new home, bundled up in a beautiful burgundy suit jacket that appears more like a well fitted trench coat with a deep hued wooden cane while he walks, hair brushed back behind his horns, with dark pants and dark boots that equally try to keep away the heat, his tail waving idly as he follows through his little stroll.
So far, no crows have invaded his walk, though the varying sparrow shooting across the sky and down into the grasses left his back feeling a bit uncomfortable and tingly. He thankfully has been able to ignore them in favor for the scene he arrives on. Something so intriguing he pauses where he is, scanning the void plant, the person trying to do something with it, and a pale dragon glaring down at it from above.
He says nothing, though, not wanting to interrupt whatever the fuck this was.
So far, no crows have invaded his walk, though the varying sparrow shooting across the sky and down into the grasses left his back feeling a bit uncomfortable and tingly. He thankfully has been able to ignore them in favor for the scene he arrives on. Something so intriguing he pauses where he is, scanning the void plant, the person trying to do something with it, and a pale dragon glaring down at it from above.
He says nothing, though, not wanting to interrupt whatever the fuck this was.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
