// go get your gun, get your gun //
Relief swells in the butcher’s gut as his jaw closes around Danta’s leg, and seeing as he’s still relatively inebriated, there’s a heartbeat of a second where it takes him to realize he’s managed to succeed. A victorious growl slips from his lips as the other Ancient goes down, but before he has a chance to actually relish in the win, there’s a sudden change.
No longer do his teeth sink into pale warm flesh. No, instead, in the moonlit pool of light, there’s no longer a deliciously handsome figure but the true terror of his nightmares and dreams. Adrenaline spikes through his gut as orange eyes open a bit wider, the fyrhund’s ears flying back flat to his skull, and he scrambles with a high pitched whine and a yelp, as if in pain.
Backing up to where his tail and haunches hit the chair that had been knocked over, the butcher’s eyes never leave the gore crow even as his body language immediately changes into something of fear. Of pain. Like he can feel the sharp talons and beaks tearing through his flesh again at the mere sight.
It shakes him out of the bloodlust, at least, but it keeps him in that canine shift, another whine escaping his throat as he dives under the bed like it’s a makeshift den, tense and curled against the back of it to make sure he has full view of every angle to get underneath it, a slight tremble in his bones.
No longer do his teeth sink into pale warm flesh. No, instead, in the moonlit pool of light, there’s no longer a deliciously handsome figure but the true terror of his nightmares and dreams. Adrenaline spikes through his gut as orange eyes open a bit wider, the fyrhund’s ears flying back flat to his skull, and he scrambles with a high pitched whine and a yelp, as if in pain.
Backing up to where his tail and haunches hit the chair that had been knocked over, the butcher’s eyes never leave the gore crow even as his body language immediately changes into something of fear. Of pain. Like he can feel the sharp talons and beaks tearing through his flesh again at the mere sight.
It shakes him out of the bloodlust, at least, but it keeps him in that canine shift, another whine escaping his throat as he dives under the bed like it’s a makeshift den, tense and curled against the back of it to make sure he has full view of every angle to get underneath it, a slight tremble in his bones.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
