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 lowers in silence with the press of her fingers and he lowers it to follow her – easily able to see above her as they make their approach, but he does leave her to do most of the investigating around the corners (not wanting to look like scooby doo characters looking around the edge of a wall).
Listening to the increase in sound, Astaroth can’t help the grin from growing on his face at the prospect. rOUS were always a unique opportunity to utilize both strength and mentality with the way they tended to scramble upon approach. Rather than shifting, especially as he sees Thal’s feral grin, it sparks his own and he lifts the cane to hold it in an easier manner that would allow for the hooked end to snag and grab.
Settling for only a second, he flashes her an equally bright grin and a nod, eager for the massacre to follow, a shadow at her back as she goes to lead the charge. The rodents still seem distracted by whatever it is they’re gorging on – the sound enough to drown out their footfalls even as Astaroth starts to utilize the shadow magic within him, the tall shape warbling as they make their approach. Only when they’re close enough for them to feel the vibration do the rOUS begin to pause and squeak and try to run – despite how both of the Ancient’s know they won’t get too far.
Listening to the increase in sound, Astaroth can’t help the grin from growing on his face at the prospect. rOUS were always a unique opportunity to utilize both strength and mentality with the way they tended to scramble upon approach. Rather than shifting, especially as he sees Thal’s feral grin, it sparks his own and he lifts the cane to hold it in an easier manner that would allow for the hooked end to snag and grab.
Settling for only a second, he flashes her an equally bright grin and a nod, eager for the massacre to follow, a shadow at her back as she goes to lead the charge. The rodents still seem distracted by whatever it is they’re gorging on – the sound enough to drown out their footfalls even as Astaroth starts to utilize the shadow magic within him, the tall shape warbling as they make their approach. Only when they’re close enough for them to feel the vibration do the rOUS begin to pause and squeak and try to run – despite how both of the Ancient’s know they won’t get too far.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
