// with our one foot in the grave //
When the butcher wishes to vanish, he can vanish. And so, without Sah pursuing them, the butcher rounds back — realizing it’s unlikely that Danta had been as quick as Asta had been when departing. So the fyrhund rounds back, concern painting his features as he stealthily slips through the snow, exuding heat and warmth and a limp now that the adrenaline is beginning to crash.
How he finds Danta is with a bit more concern than he’d had before, finding him sunk against a tree trunk onto the ground. The fyrhund limps closer, immediately pressing his face into Danta’s with warm smoky breath, before he withdraws and shifts back into himself, a knelt position, immediately lifting his arms to spit the mageglass out into his hand. But as he lifts the left one, it cracks and crunches and he does succeed in spitting the mageglass out only in time to hiss out a curse, bypassing the limp arm, dark gaze full of pain and concern focusing on Danta wholly. “Where is the pain, darling?” His back, he presumes, but Danta would know he’s seeking specifics.
How he finds Danta is with a bit more concern than he’d had before, finding him sunk against a tree trunk onto the ground. The fyrhund limps closer, immediately pressing his face into Danta’s with warm smoky breath, before he withdraws and shifts back into himself, a knelt position, immediately lifting his arms to spit the mageglass out into his hand. But as he lifts the left one, it cracks and crunches and he does succeed in spitting the mageglass out only in time to hiss out a curse, bypassing the limp arm, dark gaze full of pain and concern focusing on Danta wholly. “Where is the pain, darling?” His back, he presumes, but Danta would know he’s seeking specifics.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
