Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Unable to explain due to the shift he’s in, the fyrhund watches his attacks work just about as good as he’s expected now, before trotting down the beach. Sat there with his head hunched between his shoulders, he noses and paws at a crab that’s crawled through the sand, utilizing it as a distraction while he knows Danta’s in his avian form.
So he waits until he can hear Flora’s words as she approaches, and he rises back to his feet — still facing away just in case. He shifts back and smooths out his shirt and pants, ignoring the thin stripe of blood illuminated heavily by the sun from where it had dried. His arm still slightly stained lifts to block out some of the glaring sun overhead to peer over at Flora with eyes brightened by the light sand around, coloring them into a honey hue. “Sure, darling.” Astaroth hums, some small part of him quieter than before — is it due to the gore crow thoughts that invaded amongst the bloodbane usage previously, despite his attempts to keep them out? Who knows! (the answer is yes.)
Picking a section of the beach with a cluster of trees, the butcher starts heading that way — with or without company — and begins to search the trunks of the tree for an upside down star carved into the trunk.
Astaroth goes down the beach and picks a cluster of trees and starts to look for the upside down star on the trunks!
So he waits until he can hear Flora’s words as she approaches, and he rises back to his feet — still facing away just in case. He shifts back and smooths out his shirt and pants, ignoring the thin stripe of blood illuminated heavily by the sun from where it had dried. His arm still slightly stained lifts to block out some of the glaring sun overhead to peer over at Flora with eyes brightened by the light sand around, coloring them into a honey hue. “Sure, darling.” Astaroth hums, some small part of him quieter than before — is it due to the gore crow thoughts that invaded amongst the bloodbane usage previously, despite his attempts to keep them out? Who knows! (
Picking a section of the beach with a cluster of trees, the butcher starts heading that way — with or without company — and begins to search the trunks of the tree for an upside down star carved into the trunk.
Astaroth goes down the beach and picks a cluster of trees and starts to look for the upside down star on the trunks!
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
