// go get your gun, get your gun //
The fyrhund shift embraces far more of his manic state – the urge to run and run until his lungs give out, until he’s got nothing left to do but crumble into a pile of volcanic rock and fire. Large paws pave a burnt path in any dry underbrush from the trees as he bolts into them, fully not expecting – once again – to be followed.
It isn’t until the quiet of the woodlands and the rough panting of the fyrhund beneath the alcove of a small, overturned boulder casts even more shade and darkness that feels more and more like home for the moment for him to break apart. The fyrhund heaves, nothing but bile and course air from too tight lungs, only to still with a predatory stillness at the sound of a twig snap.
Orange eyes, hardened and sharp zero in on where the sound came from, and the fyrhund launches from the hidey hole he’s found like some kind of horrible spider on the offense, jaws parted and a fiery glance of smoke and heat pouring from his maw. There isn’t much of Asta inside at the moment, compartmentalized into the fyrhund’s natural instincts, locking himself away for a long, long moment.
It isn’t until the quiet of the woodlands and the rough panting of the fyrhund beneath the alcove of a small, overturned boulder casts even more shade and darkness that feels more and more like home for the moment for him to break apart. The fyrhund heaves, nothing but bile and course air from too tight lungs, only to still with a predatory stillness at the sound of a twig snap.
Orange eyes, hardened and sharp zero in on where the sound came from, and the fyrhund launches from the hidey hole he’s found like some kind of horrible spider on the offense, jaws parted and a fiery glance of smoke and heat pouring from his maw. There isn’t much of Asta inside at the moment, compartmentalized into the fyrhund’s natural instincts, locking himself away for a long, long moment.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
