// with our one foot in the grave //
“Mm,” Astaroth starts to say – only because the discomfort is caused by the fact that thinking about what crows do in their day to day reminds him of what they’d done to him day after day, and so it’s with a shake of his head that he continues. “While true, cats are often solitary hunters. At least, my molten tiger shift was.” A brief pause as he considers it. “Gore crows, on the other hand, preferred to have a party.” The echoes of meat, eyes almost feel as if they’re reverberating in his mind, grateful to have even kept his eyes.
He shakes his head again and turns his dark gaze toward her. “Would you like to see it now?” He asks curiously, sated enough from the meat the rock slider had offered, and with it a contentness to the otherwise awful thoughts suddenly running through his head. At the mention of her staying here for a while – well, he can’t blame her. It was a perfect place to regain thoughts and become closer to their goddess, as far as Astaroth was concerned. And so he just dips his chin in answer, accepting it for what it was.
He shakes his head again and turns his dark gaze toward her. “Would you like to see it now?” He asks curiously, sated enough from the meat the rock slider had offered, and with it a contentness to the otherwise awful thoughts suddenly running through his head. At the mention of her staying here for a while – well, he can’t blame her. It was a perfect place to regain thoughts and become closer to their goddess, as far as Astaroth was concerned. And so he just dips his chin in answer, accepting it for what it was.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
