the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
Oh, the butcher is positive he’ll be able to find at least something to enjoy. If not one, then a series. But as they approach, the sloping rooftops and buildings come better into view and the bustle of chatter echoes down the stone walls to reach them even this far from the entrance. And it is quite a good thing they’re on steadier ground now as he turns toward Niki with a somehow impossibly bright smile with the next addition. “And a tea shop? Ah, how indulgent.” Perhaps a wonderful vacation spot, though he imagines the Maverick may find it somewhat boring if it was only sweets and tea.
Alas, thoughts to mull over as he nods to Niki and glances around the entrance of the village before continuing to make his way inside. Something sticks out of the snow, and were it not for it matching the very same tines that adorn his own head, it would have blended in beautifully with the background. “Of course, darling. You are welcome to head in if you would like, I am just going to take a look at this.” Gesturing to what looks like a heap of snow, the butcher takes the ball of fire in his hand with him as he drifts toward the heap, spreading the fire out to melt the snow and reveal a luxere long since passed, antlers on display now that the snow drift is melted from them.
His tail flicks in delight, ignoring the other smaller creatures that have perished amongst the little group here – an odd thing, he has to say, but he won’t complain – he extinguishes the flames to touch the antlers, considering the best way to break them free from the creatures skull and imbuing the least amount of damage in the process.
Alas, thoughts to mull over as he nods to Niki and glances around the entrance of the village before continuing to make his way inside. Something sticks out of the snow, and were it not for it matching the very same tines that adorn his own head, it would have blended in beautifully with the background. “Of course, darling. You are welcome to head in if you would like, I am just going to take a look at this.” Gesturing to what looks like a heap of snow, the butcher takes the ball of fire in his hand with him as he drifts toward the heap, spreading the fire out to melt the snow and reveal a luxere long since passed, antlers on display now that the snow drift is melted from them.
His tail flicks in delight, ignoring the other smaller creatures that have perished amongst the little group here – an odd thing, he has to say, but he won’t complain – he extinguishes the flames to touch the antlers, considering the best way to break them free from the creatures skull and imbuing the least amount of damage in the process.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
