the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
“It has been since I can remember.” Astaroth hums, offering a tidbit of information where he could. “We used to craft tales of how Caido did not wish to be found, so much so that dragons were his protection.” He glances up once he’s finished with the dagger in question, trying to scan the Sword’s face to see if the idea was still the same even after the world had changed so much.
Mention of the war, though, does surprise him. And the fact that the battle had been fought up there of all places – and it’s nearly impossible to hide the wrinkle of his nose or the distaste in the crease of his eyes, nodding in spite of it before he starts to finish the dagger with the strips of leather left out – red and black and wholly the butcher’s theme. “What a terrible way to experience it.” He can only imagine – because from what he had heard, it was beautiful so long as you didn’t get too close.
At any rate, the butcher straightens up, tail flicking idly at his heels as he hears Deimos say he doesn’t, and Astaroth fully does intend on expanding on the thought. “I am supposed to train with them, but I am also inexperienced with such fighting. Would you perhaps be interested in giving it a try with me? You have my word I will not use the bloodbane again.” His sharp grin overtakes his face, knowing that it had been the only odd thing unpredictable for the sword. But this time, it wouldn’t be so much of a brawl as it had been in the Climb. A common goal, perhaps, rather than a game of keep away.
Mention of the war, though, does surprise him. And the fact that the battle had been fought up there of all places – and it’s nearly impossible to hide the wrinkle of his nose or the distaste in the crease of his eyes, nodding in spite of it before he starts to finish the dagger with the strips of leather left out – red and black and wholly the butcher’s theme. “What a terrible way to experience it.” He can only imagine – because from what he had heard, it was beautiful so long as you didn’t get too close.
At any rate, the butcher straightens up, tail flicking idly at his heels as he hears Deimos say he doesn’t, and Astaroth fully does intend on expanding on the thought. “I am supposed to train with them, but I am also inexperienced with such fighting. Would you perhaps be interested in giving it a try with me? You have my word I will not use the bloodbane again.” His sharp grin overtakes his face, knowing that it had been the only odd thing unpredictable for the sword. But this time, it wouldn’t be so much of a brawl as it had been in the Climb. A common goal, perhaps, rather than a game of keep away.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
