// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Blocking the space from prying eyes, the butcher’s grin is sharp and vibrant in the firelight and flickering red hues that cast long shadows against the walls and floors, and as he takes in the Maverick the fact that they match is not lost on him. His horned head tilts, tail sweeping out as he inclines his head toward the other Ancient, his voice its own version of a deep accented purr as he takes a step in, hands that had been behind him shift in front of him, a rope in clear view. “Good evening, darling.” It’s the initial greeting, before he drifts further in.
It's a challenge of sorts, given that the stag doesn’t want to move further in. Its eyes are wild as it shies away from the fire that seems to be coming from everywhere. “Apologies for being late. I was retrieving our main course.” Stepping aside and rather forcefully pulling the stag in despite its attempts to back out of the space again, his own horned head tilts toward it – the obsidian matching the exact prongs that the stag harbors. It isn’t a large one – but big enough for the two of them. Enough for the butcher to be able to handle getting here and through the doors without too much of a fight.
“There is one condition, however.” At this is voice drops into a playful purr, his grin extra sharp when it turns toward the Maverick. “We must saturate the ground of the shrine with as much blood as possible.” Here he cocks his head, playful and loosened up, excited to watch Danta let loose. “But that should be quite easy for you to accomplish, shouldn’t it, darling?” And himself, of course, but this is his offering on their date. The Maverick gets the first strike in the space that will soon be dedicated to their goddess.
It's a challenge of sorts, given that the stag doesn’t want to move further in. Its eyes are wild as it shies away from the fire that seems to be coming from everywhere. “Apologies for being late. I was retrieving our main course.” Stepping aside and rather forcefully pulling the stag in despite its attempts to back out of the space again, his own horned head tilts toward it – the obsidian matching the exact prongs that the stag harbors. It isn’t a large one – but big enough for the two of them. Enough for the butcher to be able to handle getting here and through the doors without too much of a fight.
“There is one condition, however.” At this is voice drops into a playful purr, his grin extra sharp when it turns toward the Maverick. “We must saturate the ground of the shrine with as much blood as possible.” Here he cocks his head, playful and loosened up, excited to watch Danta let loose. “But that should be quite easy for you to accomplish, shouldn’t it, darling?” And himself, of course, but this is his offering on their date. The Maverick gets the first strike in the space that will soon be dedicated to their goddess.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
