the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
“Mm, that is true.” The butcher hums to the comment of sheds within the woods – and he has to bite back the immediate response of just how much he adored ripping it from their skulls. Not that it would matter, he thinks, given the next series of questions to leave his odd little companion. As such, the butcher’s attention flits toward him again as he holds the antlers in one hand and the cane in the other.
Noticing the loss of a sparrow amongst the band of creatures that have passed, the butcher’s attention flits back to Niki with a smile creeping onto his face. “Not at all, darling. What kind of magic practice?” Would he be burning it, reviving it, utilizing the feathers for something else he can’t quite imagine the specifics of? It’s clear in the smile he flashes Niki’s way that he’s eager to find out.
So eager, in fact, he steps closer to the necromancer in curiosity
Noticing the loss of a sparrow amongst the band of creatures that have passed, the butcher’s attention flits back to Niki with a smile creeping onto his face. “Not at all, darling. What kind of magic practice?” Would he be burning it, reviving it, utilizing the feathers for something else he can’t quite imagine the specifics of? It’s clear in the smile he flashes Niki’s way that he’s eager to find out.
So eager, in fact, he steps closer to the necromancer in curiosity
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
