/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
Hes the dark shadow that trails in the direction Maea had headed, slipping in and out of the crowds with the cane, enough of a warning for people to be a little more cautious of where they walk. Of course, it doesn’t seem to deter those with bad intentions, not as he notices a certain group blocking off the area of a booth, while his eyes remain peeled for a certain red headed man.
It piques his interest immediately, gaze focusing further as the bodies shift just a little and he can spy the flash of red hair, and it draws him that much closer, his stature threatening enough that the cane flips easily in his hand, the hook end immediately placed on one of the ‘guards’ shoulders, prying the group away from what’s occurring.
His nose wrinkles and he reaches immediately over to pluck Maea from the man’s lap, drawing some of the fire from the nearby sconces and oil lamps to create a little shield of flame around them. “Get up.” He orders the red head and those trying to guard the sight from the rest of the Dusklight.
It piques his interest immediately, gaze focusing further as the bodies shift just a little and he can spy the flash of red hair, and it draws him that much closer, his stature threatening enough that the cane flips easily in his hand, the hook end immediately placed on one of the ‘guards’ shoulders, prying the group away from what’s occurring.
His nose wrinkles and he reaches immediately over to pluck Maea from the man’s lap, drawing some of the fire from the nearby sconces and oil lamps to create a little shield of flame around them. “Get up.” He orders the red head and those trying to guard the sight from the rest of the Dusklight.
Astaroth
i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
