the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
Another deep and accented rumble of a laugh leaves the butcher, his horned head coated in flames nodding his agreement. “Oh, most certainly.” No one he’d grown up with had been deserving of it, though perhaps if he’d utilized it as an interrogation of some kind (and flaunting what he’d became,) perhaps maybe then it would be worth it.
Something to ponder, perhaps.
Seeing the buildings in the distance, the butcher relaxes a touch and his posture straightens imperceptibly. “Ah, is that so? I shall have to pay it a visit.” His grin broadens at the idea, the flames brightening with the realization. He wonders how proud Danta might be to see him return home with the very taffy he’d shoved into his mouth during the Festival.
“I am not too picky. Anything sweet will do for me.” His tail wags not unlike a dogs with the prospect before he tames himself down again and the entrance of the village is finally upon them.
Something to ponder, perhaps.
Seeing the buildings in the distance, the butcher relaxes a touch and his posture straightens imperceptibly. “Ah, is that so? I shall have to pay it a visit.” His grin broadens at the idea, the flames brightening with the realization. He wonders how proud Danta might be to see him return home with the very taffy he’d shoved into his mouth during the Festival.
“I am not too picky. Anything sweet will do for me.” His tail wags not unlike a dogs with the prospect before he tames himself down again and the entrance of the village is finally upon them.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
