// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“That is entirely what I have been asking this entire time.” To those that wish to have other gods to speak to within the confines of the Grounds – namely Talyson, but there was a conversation with Maea about the same. They didn’t care, so why should the Ancients make room for them when they have Dygra here, all loving in her brilliant chaos?
Either way, content to have her sit beside him and read what he scribbles down – it isn’t much, but it does cover the information regarding what it was like beforehand, tidbits from what she’d shared with him. But it pauses when his question is aired and he looks over to her with a glimmer of amusement in his near-black eyes, humming a little laugh at her retraction as if realizing that he may take offense. He doesn’t.
In fact, if he were born Ancient, he may not have suffered in the ways that he had. “It was cold and snowy, but managed it better than if I were Ancient. It is not why I changed, though.” He starts to say, before remembering himself and the chiding received from Danta over not explaining his secrets all out in the open. But something tells him Charlie would approve, and as such he inclines his head toward her like it’s a secret they’re to share. “I was raised in a tribe of cannibals who had suddenly found a lack in dinner plans, so I left. As it turns out, the rest of Caido was not too welcoming of my preferences. I hadn’t known better, unfortunately, so it is of no surprise that I was captured and left to rot in the Climb to be eaten alive.” He unbuttons his top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a portion of the crisscrossed scars there, before he starts to button it up again. “Two Ancients found me out there and brought me to Dygra who welcomed me with open arms and remade me.” And he was all to grateful for it, the second chance at life.
“It has been the best thing I have ever done.” The grin sharpens, each sharpened tooth besides the fang on display for her to see just how grateful he was for their goddess.
Either way, content to have her sit beside him and read what he scribbles down – it isn’t much, but it does cover the information regarding what it was like beforehand, tidbits from what she’d shared with him. But it pauses when his question is aired and he looks over to her with a glimmer of amusement in his near-black eyes, humming a little laugh at her retraction as if realizing that he may take offense. He doesn’t.
In fact, if he were born Ancient, he may not have suffered in the ways that he had. “It was cold and snowy, but managed it better than if I were Ancient. It is not why I changed, though.” He starts to say, before remembering himself and the chiding received from Danta over not explaining his secrets all out in the open. But something tells him Charlie would approve, and as such he inclines his head toward her like it’s a secret they’re to share. “I was raised in a tribe of cannibals who had suddenly found a lack in dinner plans, so I left. As it turns out, the rest of Caido was not too welcoming of my preferences. I hadn’t known better, unfortunately, so it is of no surprise that I was captured and left to rot in the Climb to be eaten alive.” He unbuttons his top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a portion of the crisscrossed scars there, before he starts to button it up again. “Two Ancients found me out there and brought me to Dygra who welcomed me with open arms and remade me.” And he was all to grateful for it, the second chance at life.
“It has been the best thing I have ever done.” The grin sharpens, each sharpened tooth besides the fang on display for her to see just how grateful he was for their goddess.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
