/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
He keeps Maea precisely in a position of protection while he aims his focus on the red headed man, the cane hook digs into the tall woman’s shoulder and as the tattooed man tries to drift away, a lick of fire slips out toward him, blocking off his escape path to send him right back. “No. Get up.” He says with another demand in his voice, a venom quite unlike his usual tones bleeds into his accent with practiced ease.
It’s a slow shift from the security he usually is into his namesake, but it begins to fall into place steadily as the sharp toothed grin starts to spread. “I would rather not get this outfit dirty, but if I must…” He trails off with a dramatic sigh, giving Maea’s arm a little squeeze before a stream of fire licks up next to all three offenders, a threat and a dare.
It’s a slow shift from the security he usually is into his namesake, but it begins to fall into place steadily as the sharp toothed grin starts to spread. “I would rather not get this outfit dirty, but if I must…” He trails off with a dramatic sigh, giving Maea’s arm a little squeeze before a stream of fire licks up next to all three offenders, a threat and a dare.
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
