/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
He is relishing it. It fills that gap of his bloodlust tenfold which had started when the fight broke out in the first place. And not unlike the last ice mage that had taken out his anger on him, this one will certainly meet the same fate. The blood is sticky as it coats his hand, warm enough to spur him further, enough that he (unfortunately for Maea to bear witness) leans forward to tear away a portion of the man’s clothes along his collarbone and shoulder, diving in immediately with those sharp teeth to bite a chunk of flesh out of his skin.
It’s proof that those teeth are just as sharp as they look, though, for when he draws back and swallows down the bite, Astaroth seems to practically vibrate, the butcher immediately stepping away to collect a few other items, bandages of sorts that he returns to the man to tie up the wounds, to keep the blood from dripping further onto the floor, and a gag to prevent him from speaking as he regards the other man with a critical eye, poised and content despite the blood drying on his face.
The cells are reinforced to keep powerful prisoners, at least, but it means Astaroth harbors no magical ability either, so he makes up for it in the unique way he wields the knife. And after only a moment of consideration does Astaroth rush the man again, slicing and collecting bits and pieces of the man until he takes just enough pity to put the man out of his misery.
It’s proof that those teeth are just as sharp as they look, though, for when he draws back and swallows down the bite, Astaroth seems to practically vibrate, the butcher immediately stepping away to collect a few other items, bandages of sorts that he returns to the man to tie up the wounds, to keep the blood from dripping further onto the floor, and a gag to prevent him from speaking as he regards the other man with a critical eye, poised and content despite the blood drying on his face.
The cells are reinforced to keep powerful prisoners, at least, but it means Astaroth harbors no magical ability either, so he makes up for it in the unique way he wields the knife. And after only a moment of consideration does Astaroth rush the man again, slicing and collecting bits and pieces of the man until he takes just enough pity to put the man out of his misery.
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
