am i the wolf or the savior?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
It’s a lot of words for the butcher to piece together immediately while his mind still feels heavy from sleep. But he does the best he can, shifting once Danta’s stood up and offered his hand so that he can pull himself to his feet and brush off any lingering grasses or dirt. The shirt is slipped over his scarred torso, the pants slipped on and the shoes slipped into, and with everything in order the butcher finds himself a combination of warm and cold still. His clothes feel starchy and heavy, but at least they’re dry.
Stretching out and hiding a yawn, the butcher snags the satchel of bladed pieces and the antlers from the stag before he sidles up beside the blonde — listening to the sounds that rage through the woods this time of night. He glances around to spot nothing in the darkness, but does straighten up his posture just in case, trying to shake the exhaustion from his mind. “I did not expect to fall asleep.” He laments a little, leaning a touch closer to Danta. “I am sorry.” Comes the soft hum.
Stretching out and hiding a yawn, the butcher snags the satchel of bladed pieces and the antlers from the stag before he sidles up beside the blonde — listening to the sounds that rage through the woods this time of night. He glances around to spot nothing in the darkness, but does straighten up his posture just in case, trying to shake the exhaustion from his mind. “I did not expect to fall asleep.” He laments a little, leaning a touch closer to Danta. “I am sorry.” Comes the soft hum.
Astaroth
come a little closer
