Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
With his wish said internally and silently, the Ancient lifts his chin from the small dip he’d taken in order to make the wish, only to let his dark gaze land on the very man he’d bet on in the tournament, when Dantalion and he had been taking bets. It’s with a small amount of surprise, hidden by charming grin and a snakelike quality that he waits to speak until after he thinks Deimos has finished tossing the stone and make his wish.
“Congratulations on winning your fights.” The voice rumbles out in greeting, cane clicking against the ground as he drifts a little bit closer in earshot. “You are quite formidable.” He compliments, knowing and understanding power when he sees it. Though it isn’t in a way to slink in to become best friends with the warden – that spot is reserved already for Dantalion, as far as Astaroth knows, but he can compliment and offer respect where its garnered.
And here? Oh, most certainly.
“Congratulations on winning your fights.” The voice rumbles out in greeting, cane clicking against the ground as he drifts a little bit closer in earshot. “You are quite formidable.” He compliments, knowing and understanding power when he sees it. Though it isn’t in a way to slink in to become best friends with the warden – that spot is reserved already for Dantalion, as far as Astaroth knows, but he can compliment and offer respect where its garnered.
And here? Oh, most certainly.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
