Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“He is.” Astaroth hums, thinking nothing of the words and their implications, especially as they make their approach toward the Maverick. As far as Astaroth is concerned, things do work well between them, when neither are fighting for their bloodlust to be taken care of.
Chuckling lightly, he nods as his smile brightens. “It may be worth it.” He contemplates briefly before he’s pulling away so that he can shift. The molten canine arrives with a wagging tail toward the Maverick, digging the hole, before he shifts back once more to collect the obsidian and knife and glance expectantly to Danta for his shirt to rinse and repeat it.
Cutting the shavings off and letting Danta place them like last time, waiting so that he might be able to hide the cache once more, content to remain silent and listen to Flora and Danta’s banter.
Asta shifts back and cuts some more obsidian shards off and gets ready to cover the cache back up.
Chuckling lightly, he nods as his smile brightens. “It may be worth it.” He contemplates briefly before he’s pulling away so that he can shift. The molten canine arrives with a wagging tail toward the Maverick, digging the hole, before he shifts back once more to collect the obsidian and knife and glance expectantly to Danta for his shirt to rinse and repeat it.
Cutting the shavings off and letting Danta place them like last time, waiting so that he might be able to hide the cache once more, content to remain silent and listen to Flora and Danta’s banter.
Asta shifts back and cuts some more obsidian shards off and gets ready to cover the cache back up.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
