Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Astaroth continues to scratch under Boreal’s jaw, for however long she’ll let him, even as Tal continues to offer explanations. A dawning “ahh, one of those new inventions.” It was new to him, after all. Having not been around in centuries. But as for the landing? He shakes his head a little, letting his dark gaze lift toward the shorter man. “I have not, but admittedly I haven’t had much chance to explore the changes Caido has taken since I’ve been around.” He hums.
The explanation of the quest makes sense, though, and he nods even as his nose wrinkles a little and he moves to straighten back out, standing up to his full height and adjusting his collar, plucking a piece of lint from his arm. “I see.”
But when the question is turned onto him, his grin remains just as bright even if he doesn’t have much to say. “Okay with them? I don’t hate them, if that’s the question you’re asking. Indifferent, I suppose.” He shifts his weight a little, contemplatively. “Dygra is the only one I truly care for.” Which should be obvious, given the horns and the tail, of which his spaded tail starts to wave idly as he cocks his head curiously. “Why do you ask, my dear?”
The explanation of the quest makes sense, though, and he nods even as his nose wrinkles a little and he moves to straighten back out, standing up to his full height and adjusting his collar, plucking a piece of lint from his arm. “I see.”
But when the question is turned onto him, his grin remains just as bright even if he doesn’t have much to say. “Okay with them? I don’t hate them, if that’s the question you’re asking. Indifferent, I suppose.” He shifts his weight a little, contemplatively. “Dygra is the only one I truly care for.” Which should be obvious, given the horns and the tail, of which his spaded tail starts to wave idly as he cocks his head curiously. “Why do you ask, my dear?”
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
