now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
Watching the void tangleweed as it rolls from the attacks and grimacing lightly against the shriek that pierces the air before it’s limp in a strange oozing kind of liquid that he really really does not want to get anywhere near him. Regardless, flashing a shark toothed grin toward the Doubletake in turn, the Butcher inclines his head. “We do, don’t we, darling?” Watching then as the feathered blade zips through the air to meet Flora’s hand, Astaroth nudges Danta briefly as he steps back to assume the position of keeping watch for the back of their group with a soft little “after you, my dear.”
He dismisses the fire from his hands, instead focusing on keeping an eye on their surroundings, posture straight and hands clasped behind his back, still trying to keep his eyes peeled for anything that might be shaped like a woman and made from wood.
Astaroth takes up the back of their little party again and keeps an eye out, continuing down the path!
He dismisses the fire from his hands, instead focusing on keeping an eye on their surroundings, posture straight and hands clasped behind his back, still trying to keep his eyes peeled for anything that might be shaped like a woman and made from wood.
Astaroth takes up the back of their little party again and keeps an eye out, continuing down the path!
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
