love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
The cane isn’t exactly the version of it that he would prefer – once the shrine is completed, it would be the next option for quests from their goddess. But bringing it with meant that the butcher was allowed the opportunity to utilize it and keep the memory muscle strong. Either way, glancing down the right path that the squirrel had just come from as it continues to bolt down the pathway with more calls to follow it and the occasional yes! and no!, Astaroth glances back toward it with a raise of his brow.
When he looks back to the right hand path, Astaroth notices her already heading down it. His long legs make it easier to catch back up to her – pausing at the next split, silent, listening to the way the branches rustle in the Flowerbirth breeze. There’s a sound that appears deeper within the labyrinth, a low kind of rumbling that sounds close to the ground and off the lefthand side of the split.
The butcher’s dark gaze drops toward her with a raised brow, trying to capture her attention as the cane lifts to gesture down the lefthand path silently.
When he looks back to the right hand path, Astaroth notices her already heading down it. His long legs make it easier to catch back up to her – pausing at the next split, silent, listening to the way the branches rustle in the Flowerbirth breeze. There’s a sound that appears deeper within the labyrinth, a low kind of rumbling that sounds close to the ground and off the lefthand side of the split.
The butcher’s dark gaze drops toward her with a raised brow, trying to capture her attention as the cane lifts to gesture down the lefthand path silently.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
