// go get your gun, get your gun //
If there weren’t a raging waterfall to drown out the drumming sound of the lial’s approach, Astaroth is quite positive he wouldn’t be able to be this stealthy. As it stands, though, it’s a perfect happenstance of coincidences that allow for him to be able to creep up on the dragoon, low to the ground, until he spots that bag that’s just hovering above the ground as Koa kneels and reaches for the bloody water.
Internally, the butcher is surprised to find that he doesn’t run, not once he’s noticed at least. The dragoon freezes, and with it Astaroth pushes forward, forgoing any lingering stealth to growl out a deep reverberating hum that has the water nearby rippling from the echo of it. Teeth tug at the bag, pulling it from Koa’s arm, orange eyes focusing on the dragoon to see if he does anything about it.
And if he remains just as frozen, the butcher will start nosing through the other man’s things in his bag, snapping long, sharp, and toothy jaws at Koa should he make any attempts to move.
Internally, the butcher is surprised to find that he doesn’t run, not once he’s noticed at least. The dragoon freezes, and with it Astaroth pushes forward, forgoing any lingering stealth to growl out a deep reverberating hum that has the water nearby rippling from the echo of it. Teeth tug at the bag, pulling it from Koa’s arm, orange eyes focusing on the dragoon to see if he does anything about it.
And if he remains just as frozen, the butcher will start nosing through the other man’s things in his bag, snapping long, sharp, and toothy jaws at Koa should he make any attempts to move.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
