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 truly quick work, and while Danta is bolstered by the plans they’ve made, the butcher is still just as exhausted despite looking forward to decorating the interior of the hunting lodge with the multitude of bones he’s collected like a magpie. It’s quick work, much quicker than it would have been for the wagon’s owner and the horses that wait, snagging bits of grasses and ferns in the interim while they toil away to fix the wagon.
Asta dusts off his hands and plucks a splinter from one of his fingers as Danta provides all the gratitude for them to join, it’s with a smile and a nod of gratefulness from the butcher toward the wagon owner – stepping away to collect the antlers and the satchel of blade pieces, to return to the end of the wagon precisely on time for Danta to offer a hand out for him. He takes it swiftly, hauling himself up along the Maverick, careful to not trip over one of the bags that’s starting to come loose (that looks as though it’s full of apples). “What a relief, now come here before we start moving and you get left behind.” Asta says playfully, plenty of dramatics in his voice as he shifts to sit against one of the crates, reaching up to tug Danta down with him as the wagoner begins to move – the darkness of the forest around them remaining but vanishing far faster than they had while they walked.
And it has the added bonus of the wagon and horses sound to blot out the lively woods. (Not that the butcher was afraid, but he’d rather not want to let the flapping beat of wings ruin an otherwise good day).
Asta dusts off his hands and plucks a splinter from one of his fingers as Danta provides all the gratitude for them to join, it’s with a smile and a nod of gratefulness from the butcher toward the wagon owner – stepping away to collect the antlers and the satchel of blade pieces, to return to the end of the wagon precisely on time for Danta to offer a hand out for him. He takes it swiftly, hauling himself up along the Maverick, careful to not trip over one of the bags that’s starting to come loose (that looks as though it’s full of apples). “What a relief, now come here before we start moving and you get left behind.” Asta says playfully, plenty of dramatics in his voice as he shifts to sit against one of the crates, reaching up to tug Danta down with him as the wagoner begins to move – the darkness of the forest around them remaining but vanishing far faster than they had while they walked.
And it has the added bonus of the wagon and horses sound to blot out the lively woods. (Not that the butcher was afraid, but he’d rather not want to let the flapping beat of wings ruin an otherwise good day).
Astaroth
come a little closer
