love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
Any other time and the butcher might simply stand back and watch in admiration as Thalassa lets herself go – for now, though, Astaroth is half paying attention to the massacre she dances through like it’s no different than a tango while he also works within the courtyard to destroy the large rodents. Working as a team, as she slides under the first beast, the butcher aims for the one with the nose still singed, howling in pain. The cane flips in an easy movement, hand connecting and holding onto the portion that reaches the ground as he uses the hook end of it to pin the rOUS to the ground, immediately dropping to a knee as he swipes the dagger from the inside of the leg still standing.
While pinned, the rOUS squirms restlessly, but Astaroth doesn’t let it struggle for long – the cane pressed down to compress its windpipe while it already struggles to breathe through its singed maw, utilizing the moment of panic from the creature to deftly stick the blade into the most prominent arteries of the creature, before slicing along drain paths. It sprays him, too, in a sheen of red, but he pays little mind – the slick scarlet only making it more of a playful challenge for the wood that makes up his cane.
It's about this time one of the rOUS starts to try and save its own hide against the flurry Thalassa has caused, hopping onto Astaroth’s back while he’s occupied bleeding the initial creature out. The second he feels the weight of it, he shakes it off, and before it has a chance to scurry back up onto its feet, the butcher’s shadow lifts from the blood soaked earth beneath them and smacks the rOUS in the middle. A squeal of pain leaves it as he focuses his attention, cane twisting to utilize the other end to puncture its lungs. His hair has come loose, but while the rOUS struggles, he savors it, leaning heavily on the cane as a bloodied hand moves to slick back the dark hair from his face with a deep and delighted laugh leaving him, his too sharp grin seemingly extra wild and shark-like in the flickering flame the other Ancient had sparked.
While pinned, the rOUS squirms restlessly, but Astaroth doesn’t let it struggle for long – the cane pressed down to compress its windpipe while it already struggles to breathe through its singed maw, utilizing the moment of panic from the creature to deftly stick the blade into the most prominent arteries of the creature, before slicing along drain paths. It sprays him, too, in a sheen of red, but he pays little mind – the slick scarlet only making it more of a playful challenge for the wood that makes up his cane.
It's about this time one of the rOUS starts to try and save its own hide against the flurry Thalassa has caused, hopping onto Astaroth’s back while he’s occupied bleeding the initial creature out. The second he feels the weight of it, he shakes it off, and before it has a chance to scurry back up onto its feet, the butcher’s shadow lifts from the blood soaked earth beneath them and smacks the rOUS in the middle. A squeal of pain leaves it as he focuses his attention, cane twisting to utilize the other end to puncture its lungs. His hair has come loose, but while the rOUS struggles, he savors it, leaning heavily on the cane as a bloodied hand moves to slick back the dark hair from his face with a deep and delighted laugh leaving him, his too sharp grin seemingly extra wild and shark-like in the flickering flame the other Ancient had sparked.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
