// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Chucking a dark and appreciative sound, Astaroth finds the smile glued to his face once more as he packs up. “If the warning was there, then they had no one else to blame.” He chalks it up to that, just as content as the warning of facing himself should anyone start a fight or any other trouble at the Dusklight.
Either way, they start to get on their way, and he flashes her the very same sharp grin as Charlie engulfs them in flame, keeping them warm and limber for however long is needed as he guides them toward the space he’d last seen the traveling group. The options are laid out and with her excitement and playful horror, Astaroth chuckles lightly, nodding to her. “Oh I think damsel works perfectly. Perhaps claim that you only require assistance from one of them? Perchance you claim your father needs help and may have broken his leg and you cannot pick him up?” He raises a dark brown as he leans down toward her, in complete conspiratorial showmanship.
The fire disappears and the cane is lifted into the crook of his arm so as to not give them away, as he scans the woods. A space far enough away that nothing could be heard, he nods to a clearing a few paces back that they had passed on the way here. “I will go place the trap.” And by trap, he means himself.
So while they part, Astaroth makes his way back to the clearing, and fully looks the part. “Trapped” under a tree that had broken due to the snow, he utilizes the darkness to hide his Ancientness, and sparks a small fire from the matchbook Danta had gifted him to retain some heat as he waits.
Either way, they start to get on their way, and he flashes her the very same sharp grin as Charlie engulfs them in flame, keeping them warm and limber for however long is needed as he guides them toward the space he’d last seen the traveling group. The options are laid out and with her excitement and playful horror, Astaroth chuckles lightly, nodding to her. “Oh I think damsel works perfectly. Perhaps claim that you only require assistance from one of them? Perchance you claim your father needs help and may have broken his leg and you cannot pick him up?” He raises a dark brown as he leans down toward her, in complete conspiratorial showmanship.
The fire disappears and the cane is lifted into the crook of his arm so as to not give them away, as he scans the woods. A space far enough away that nothing could be heard, he nods to a clearing a few paces back that they had passed on the way here. “I will go place the trap.” And by trap, he means himself.
So while they part, Astaroth makes his way back to the clearing, and fully looks the part. “Trapped” under a tree that had broken due to the snow, he utilizes the darkness to hide his Ancientness, and sparks a small fire from the matchbook Danta had gifted him to retain some heat as he waits.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
