// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Mm, not sure about that.” Astaroth murmurs, given that he isn’t in his fyrhund shift, he’d have zero idea if it was strictly a hound dog vibe or if it were just the superior hearing. He contemplates shifting too, but doesn’t want to leave the items for Danta to carry, so they wander and bicker as per usual.
At least until they reach the excited fyrhund, Astaroth’s grin brimming in delight to see the jewels and the rockslide. Already stepping toward it while the Maverick praises her, Astaroth works to shovel the gemstones and rock into the bag he’s brought. “Aren't these superb?” He hums, reaching out to collect a shard of ruby that matches Charlie’s horns perfectly, flashing a knowing wink to the fyrhund as he pockets that particular piece.
At least until they reach the excited fyrhund, Astaroth’s grin brimming in delight to see the jewels and the rockslide. Already stepping toward it while the Maverick praises her, Astaroth works to shovel the gemstones and rock into the bag he’s brought. “Aren't these superb?” He hums, reaching out to collect a shard of ruby that matches Charlie’s horns perfectly, flashing a knowing wink to the fyrhund as he pockets that particular piece.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
