so play it out, i'm wide awake, it's a scene about me
there's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay
there's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay
Of course, he’s still sore – it wouldn’t go away in a day, or many, but he finds that the warmth of the Climb does wonders to soothe his sore, old bones and he finds himself back along the familiar stretches of volcanic rock. There’s work to be done, evident by the handcart tugged along, and while his body aches and still attempts to recover, well, he figures if he’ll be in pain he might as well be useful with it.
So collection is the initial course of action for the butcher, until – unlike Hotaru – Astaroth is very inclined to inspect and look at the gemstones sparkling throughout the cavern. Alas, as the cave mouth begins to open into the large expanse that makes up the Soulfire Reach, the butcher hears a feminine voice, and while being certainly intrigued, he isn’t exactly up for being taken by surprise.
It’s a horrifically delightful view, though – a stunning woman with a crown of gold and sunlight, looking for all the world like she’s simply enjoying the breeze, while ordering such dark terribly wonderful things to occur to the scuttling that happens beneath her, watching the rOUS squeak its pain and follow through. It sparks that sharp toothed grin on his face as he makes his well known entrance – a somewhat stiff bow of greeting as he steps through, having abandoned the cart by the entrance for the time being. “What a marvelous show, darling. I hope you don’t mind an audience?” He asks, stopping a decent distance away, grin bright and pale against the light reflected from both her hair and the streams of magma illuminating the cavern.
Awaiting her answer, he stands up straight backed, perfect posture, and clasps his hands together in front of him, nothing more than a tall (ironically just as tall as her boyfriend, albeit far more impeccably dressed) watcher of the show.
So collection is the initial course of action for the butcher, until – unlike Hotaru – Astaroth is very inclined to inspect and look at the gemstones sparkling throughout the cavern. Alas, as the cave mouth begins to open into the large expanse that makes up the Soulfire Reach, the butcher hears a feminine voice, and while being certainly intrigued, he isn’t exactly up for being taken by surprise.
It’s a horrifically delightful view, though – a stunning woman with a crown of gold and sunlight, looking for all the world like she’s simply enjoying the breeze, while ordering such dark terribly wonderful things to occur to the scuttling that happens beneath her, watching the rOUS squeak its pain and follow through. It sparks that sharp toothed grin on his face as he makes his well known entrance – a somewhat stiff bow of greeting as he steps through, having abandoned the cart by the entrance for the time being. “What a marvelous show, darling. I hope you don’t mind an audience?” He asks, stopping a decent distance away, grin bright and pale against the light reflected from both her hair and the streams of magma illuminating the cavern.
Awaiting her answer, he stands up straight backed, perfect posture, and clasps his hands together in front of him, nothing more than a tall (ironically just as tall as her boyfriend, albeit far more impeccably dressed) watcher of the show.
Astaroth
and if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me
