// with our one foot in the grave //
A deep chuckle leaves him as he shakes his head – it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. He ate people, after all. This was simply just part of the course. “It isn’t difficult for me.” He offers her as if it answers any questions but instead might draw more (but figuring that once her head clears she’d be able to figure out the coincidences between the fact he’s sitting there eating and picking at the rock slider while having once harbored a shift of it himself).
Swallowing down a bite of the raw meat, his dark gaze and head cocks toward her, fingertips scarlet in the blood that pools from the serpentine creature. “They can be.” He starts to say – though while it isn’t so much of a facial expression, it certainly is for body language. “It mostly feeds off of instinct. Catch a scent or vibration, seek it out.” There wasn’t much of… Anything else that went on with it. “However, what it lacks in facial expressions, it forces you to focus on its body language.” Shrugging lightly, Astaroth slices another portion off. “Especially for a constrictor, like these are.” As she found out personally.
Swallowing down a bite of the raw meat, his dark gaze and head cocks toward her, fingertips scarlet in the blood that pools from the serpentine creature. “They can be.” He starts to say – though while it isn’t so much of a facial expression, it certainly is for body language. “It mostly feeds off of instinct. Catch a scent or vibration, seek it out.” There wasn’t much of… Anything else that went on with it. “However, what it lacks in facial expressions, it forces you to focus on its body language.” Shrugging lightly, Astaroth slices another portion off. “Especially for a constrictor, like these are.” As she found out personally.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
