// go get your gun, get your gun //
Teeth close around the scruff of fur and molten metal, a launch that has taken all of his feral effort in where she manages to wrap those bared claws around him, and down the fyrhund goes with a hard thump and even more of a lack of air in his lungs. Coughing a hacking sound, Astaroth sucks in a breath and his body heats, lava dripping from between the plates of volcanic and metallic rock, immediately bending to bite at the paw that’s slammed him to the ground.
Panic swells quickly in his gut, an uncomfortable sensation for one that has always craved being in control. It’s because of times like this – if he can’t control it, he becomes something else entirely. And after spending so much time in the Climb before crafting that careful mask of indifference and monstrosity, it’s a true pity that it’s reduced like ash on the wind as he explains the trauma he’s endured in his life. And so, he fights, because the fyrhund in him feels like there’s nothing left to do. And unlike when he’d been left for dead in the Climb, he fully intends to never be as prone and useless as he was before.
Panic swells quickly in his gut, an uncomfortable sensation for one that has always craved being in control. It’s because of times like this – if he can’t control it, he becomes something else entirely. And after spending so much time in the Climb before crafting that careful mask of indifference and monstrosity, it’s a true pity that it’s reduced like ash on the wind as he explains the trauma he’s endured in his life. And so, he fights, because the fyrhund in him feels like there’s nothing left to do. And unlike when he’d been left for dead in the Climb, he fully intends to never be as prone and useless as he was before.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
