// go get your gun, get your gun //
The tinge of blood in the air is certainly not what brings Astaroth this deep into the caverns of the Climb – but warmth is warmth and blood is blood, and in an effort of taking a much needed break from things and indulge in the heat, the butcher finds himself spending a little bit of extra time here.
That extra time spent as his lial shift, given that he hasn’t had much of a chance to test it out since it had returned and a part of him wonders if it’s at all the same as it once had been despite his recent realization of just how weak he’s become now.
Those particular thoughts don’t matter right now, at least. Because the Butcher has found comfort for the moment in bathing in the bloody pools beneath the waterfall, lounging within so that the only thing visible were the lial’s fiery orange eyes and the occasional jut of a volcanic rock of his plated armor, like tiny little rocks in amongst the lapping blood.
He isn’t sure what he’s waiting for, if anything at all, but a snack seems to cross his mind once or twice.
That extra time spent as his lial shift, given that he hasn’t had much of a chance to test it out since it had returned and a part of him wonders if it’s at all the same as it once had been despite his recent realization of just how weak he’s become now.
Those particular thoughts don’t matter right now, at least. Because the Butcher has found comfort for the moment in bathing in the bloody pools beneath the waterfall, lounging within so that the only thing visible were the lial’s fiery orange eyes and the occasional jut of a volcanic rock of his plated armor, like tiny little rocks in amongst the lapping blood.
He isn’t sure what he’s waiting for, if anything at all, but a snack seems to cross his mind once or twice.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
