// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
He could try to manhandle the lyvern, but there’s nothing within the butchers mind that wants to destroy this beautiful imagery. Him knelt before the stag with its soft bleats as life ebbs away, the lyvern in between feasting and focusing on the butcher, before a roar echoes and rattles through the temple.
It is incredibly bold of Astaroth, but he’s pretty sure Danta won’t completely lose himself in the shift. The Maverick hasn’t been pushing off or not noticing his bloodlust — his little journal to keep track of the times Danta has so that it never gets back to the point that it had earlier this season. Nevertheless, the butcher harbors no fear as he slides the knife through to puncture the heart of the beast, his dark gaze lifting to scan the lyvern in response to the echoing roar, though he doesn’t move, instead flashing that same too sharp smile to the Maverick.
Blood splatters along his hands and his face as Danta shifts back, the apology shrug off immediately as he peels back some of the hide with a precision cut from the blade. “There is no need to apologize, darling.” He hums, flashing Danta a wink to punctuate the point with the grin before he leans down to snag a mouthful himself, all grace and proper manners vanishing.
It is incredibly bold of Astaroth, but he’s pretty sure Danta won’t completely lose himself in the shift. The Maverick hasn’t been pushing off or not noticing his bloodlust — his little journal to keep track of the times Danta has so that it never gets back to the point that it had earlier this season. Nevertheless, the butcher harbors no fear as he slides the knife through to puncture the heart of the beast, his dark gaze lifting to scan the lyvern in response to the echoing roar, though he doesn’t move, instead flashing that same too sharp smile to the Maverick.
Blood splatters along his hands and his face as Danta shifts back, the apology shrug off immediately as he peels back some of the hide with a precision cut from the blade. “There is no need to apologize, darling.” He hums, flashing Danta a wink to punctuate the point with the grin before he leans down to snag a mouthful himself, all grace and proper manners vanishing.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
