Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“I was, actually.” It’s why he survived as long as he had with his tribe. He’d never taken any advances from any of the women and spent the majority of his time hidden away, scouting for the next meal, often leading him from town to town and far enough away that he wouldn’t have to deal with potentially facing death.
Humming a note of agreement again, Astaroth stifles another yawn before he continues. “It is for a time.” But he had been forced out, the second he’d returned from scouting to find half of his tribe fighting the other because food had been so scarce. “I do appreciate the memories to an extent. Almost as if they’re little lessons of what I can do differently. But I did get my ‘do over’ when I became Ancient.” He pauses to stifle another yawn. “I got to learn how to read and write which were not something I would have had a chance to do otherwise.”
Humming a note of agreement again, Astaroth stifles another yawn before he continues. “It is for a time.” But he had been forced out, the second he’d returned from scouting to find half of his tribe fighting the other because food had been so scarce. “I do appreciate the memories to an extent. Almost as if they’re little lessons of what I can do differently. But I did get my ‘do over’ when I became Ancient.” He pauses to stifle another yawn. “I got to learn how to read and write which were not something I would have had a chance to do otherwise.”
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
