sit down now for some ground rules, thank you
do you think you can handle that much?
do you think you can handle that much?
Ah, but that was something Astaroth had dealt with as well. His previous life, shuttered away and made anew. It just so happened that it aligned relatively well with what the Ancient’s stood for, but the fact was the same. He could never go home, not that there was anything to return back to at the time. His clan all but decimated by their own stupidity. “It locked a part of me away as well.” He hums softly. “I abandoned everything I came from in order to embrace it. But.. She saved my life. It felt only fitting I started a new one after.” Some things remained the same; the memories, the sharpened teeth, the dark calculating eyes, the accent, and the survivability. The fashion, the manners, the politeness, the tail and horns and magic and fire were only boons learned and granted after the transformation.
Handing a waterproof jacket to a thin Ancient that approaches as they continue to talk, the butcher flashes them a bright and welcoming smile – shark toothed and all as he nods his head to their thanks, before he glances back over at her to see her sipping from the cocoa again, understanding what he meant by his explanation of chaos. “Indeed.” His rumbling accented voice agrees, before he’s pausing to hand a Firestarter to a relatively young looking Ancient. “Here you go, darling. It will help if you have not gotten to the point that you can conjure it on your own.” The young Ancient smiles and nods and heads to Thalassa’s side, eyeing the axe she had recently cleaned up.
“I am fairly confident that so long as we are happy and we go on our hunts and embrace blood now and again, Dygra is more than pleased with the things we are doing.” Even if his bloodlust hunts tended to be feral and ritualistic. An ode to the past versions of himself and his love for their goddess, he supposes. “Have you met her again since your transformation?” He asks curiously, pausing to take a sip of his cocoa after heating it with a flick of flame to bring it back to steaming temperatures.
Handing a waterproof jacket to a thin Ancient that approaches as they continue to talk, the butcher flashes them a bright and welcoming smile – shark toothed and all as he nods his head to their thanks, before he glances back over at her to see her sipping from the cocoa again, understanding what he meant by his explanation of chaos. “Indeed.” His rumbling accented voice agrees, before he’s pausing to hand a Firestarter to a relatively young looking Ancient. “Here you go, darling. It will help if you have not gotten to the point that you can conjure it on your own.” The young Ancient smiles and nods and heads to Thalassa’s side, eyeing the axe she had recently cleaned up.
“I am fairly confident that so long as we are happy and we go on our hunts and embrace blood now and again, Dygra is more than pleased with the things we are doing.” Even if his bloodlust hunts tended to be feral and ritualistic. An ode to the past versions of himself and his love for their goddess, he supposes. “Have you met her again since your transformation?” He asks curiously, pausing to take a sip of his cocoa after heating it with a flick of flame to bring it back to steaming temperatures.
Astaroth
i've just come back to life, i'm here, i'm your little ray of sunshine
