Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Much had been accomplished recently, and with it the butcher is feeling in quite high of spirits. Between the room renovation and quiet love admissions, to crafting the rest of the shrine and indulging in the distinct approval from Dygra, to even the heat of Longheat soaking through the Inner Quarter and warming his bones into a welcome fire. Everything had been next to perfect, except for one tiny little detail.
He's gone some time without hunting anyonething.
So today’s adventure has him slipping out early in the morning, while the Maverick still slumbers, giving him a bit of time to enjoy the dawn as it crests over the Hollowed Grounds. It also grants him time to check in and feel the power that reverberates around the shrine in the Temple. And it has also granted him enough time to sneak away into his favorite clinic to catch up on what he’s been too busy as of late to indulge in.
It's later when he returns, a leather bag in hand and dressed immaculately as always, despite the slight wrinkle in the black and red plaid waistcoat as if he’s been busy (which he has been, as Danta would soon realize), and as he returns to the Dusklight and slips up the dreaded stairs to their room, he swans through the door without even a moment of hesitation. “I have a few gifts for you, darling.” He practically purrs his delight – before belatedly realizing that he likely should have checked to see if Danta was even in here first.
What can he say? His love language is gift giving and he was quite pleased with the trinkets he has in that dark leather bag in his hand.
He's gone some time without hunting any
So today’s adventure has him slipping out early in the morning, while the Maverick still slumbers, giving him a bit of time to enjoy the dawn as it crests over the Hollowed Grounds. It also grants him time to check in and feel the power that reverberates around the shrine in the Temple. And it has also granted him enough time to sneak away into his favorite clinic to catch up on what he’s been too busy as of late to indulge in.
It's later when he returns, a leather bag in hand and dressed immaculately as always, despite the slight wrinkle in the black and red plaid waistcoat as if he’s been busy (which he has been, as Danta would soon realize), and as he returns to the Dusklight and slips up the dreaded stairs to their room, he swans through the door without even a moment of hesitation. “I have a few gifts for you, darling.” He practically purrs his delight – before belatedly realizing that he likely should have checked to see if Danta was even in here first.
What can he say? His love language is gift giving and he was quite pleased with the trinkets he has in that dark leather bag in his hand.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
