// go get your gun, get your gun //
The door opens then closes, he can hear the curse that slips from the Maverick’s lips, sees the lashing tail, and the butcher sinks low to prowl after the other Ancient. He’s spotted before he hopes to be, likely thanks to Danta’s senses and probably the fact that the orange of his shift sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the hues of blues and purples in the already too dark room.
The Maverick suddenly Darts! and the butcher springs after him, claws clicking against the smooth wood floor as a snarl slips from his maw, smokey and ashen as the plush chair falls between them. Lunging on top of it, it’s an unsteady place to hop off, but in the frenzy of the bloodlust and the shift he tries it anyway.
Jaws parted, he snags at the blonde’s leg. The lunge, had it been on a normal surface, might have propelled him perfectly into the Maverick’s side, but with the way it’s an off balance send off, the fyrhund only manages to snap his jaws at the soft flesh of his calf, feet scrambling to try and regain the balance beneath him to keep pushing on.
The Maverick suddenly Darts! and the butcher springs after him, claws clicking against the smooth wood floor as a snarl slips from his maw, smokey and ashen as the plush chair falls between them. Lunging on top of it, it’s an unsteady place to hop off, but in the frenzy of the bloodlust and the shift he tries it anyway.
Jaws parted, he snags at the blonde’s leg. The lunge, had it been on a normal surface, might have propelled him perfectly into the Maverick’s side, but with the way it’s an off balance send off, the fyrhund only manages to snap his jaws at the soft flesh of his calf, feet scrambling to try and regain the balance beneath him to keep pushing on.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
