// up above so, up above so quiet //
Already Danta looks better, as far as the fyrhund can see in the dim light. The shadow of his shoulders are more relaxed and it proves all the same to the Butcher that this had been the correct choice. So he steps back, watches patiently as his tongue lolls out to lick away the blood along his muzzle, watching with pure delight as Danta quite literally starts to tear him apart.
And in the time of the savagery that the blonde commits, Astaroth decides now is as good a time as ever to return to his typically pristine self that is everything but at this moment – face, neck, and chest all coated in the moonlit blood, steaming from where it rises from his skin and clothes – the second Danta sits back content with his choice, Astaroth is sidling up across from him, soaking in the blood all the same, hands diving into the chest cavity of the man with a relieved sigh, pulling out a few pieces of muscle to gnaw into with his sharp teeth making little work of it.
“We should hunt like this more often, don’t you think?” He hums, flashing a brilliant and blood soaked grin to the other man.
And in the time of the savagery that the blonde commits, Astaroth decides now is as good a time as ever to return to his typically pristine self that is everything but at this moment – face, neck, and chest all coated in the moonlit blood, steaming from where it rises from his skin and clothes – the second Danta sits back content with his choice, Astaroth is sidling up across from him, soaking in the blood all the same, hands diving into the chest cavity of the man with a relieved sigh, pulling out a few pieces of muscle to gnaw into with his sharp teeth making little work of it.
“We should hunt like this more often, don’t you think?” He hums, flashing a brilliant and blood soaked grin to the other man.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
