the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
As man becomes corvid, the gore crows that call this home immediately go on the defensive — aiming to dive toward the avian in swoops near enough to the butcher that he can feel the burst of wind that has him curve more into himself, ashen tail whipping like a cats as he forces himself to remain exactly where Danta has him. It takes a lot but he manages it while the Maverick distracts the corvids closer, only to shift into a much larger form that has them scrambling.
The roar is one that makes the butcher flinch, despite trying desperately not to. It reverberates, echoing through this portion of Angel’s End enough that even more crows appear and vanish from the area, spooked with the rest of the flock.
It doesn’t take much time, but before long the area is even more empty, though it doesn’t seem like it. It’s when the butcher feels the pressure of Danta’s hand on his leg that he twitches, tail flicking before he lowers the hands covering his ears, hearing his lover’s voice as the boon he uses to slowly open his eyes. He focuses on Danta first, blinking over at him with such a raw expression that it takes him a few moments to come out of it. “Are they gone?” He asks, though something in his tone trusts that Danta has ensured that. So much so that before he has a moment to answer, the butcher continues. “Thank you, love.” He tacks on, letting the tension in his shoulders alleviate ever so slightly, obviously already frazzled by the location.
The roar is one that makes the butcher flinch, despite trying desperately not to. It reverberates, echoing through this portion of Angel’s End enough that even more crows appear and vanish from the area, spooked with the rest of the flock.
It doesn’t take much time, but before long the area is even more empty, though it doesn’t seem like it. It’s when the butcher feels the pressure of Danta’s hand on his leg that he twitches, tail flicking before he lowers the hands covering his ears, hearing his lover’s voice as the boon he uses to slowly open his eyes. He focuses on Danta first, blinking over at him with such a raw expression that it takes him a few moments to come out of it. “Are they gone?” He asks, though something in his tone trusts that Danta has ensured that. So much so that before he has a moment to answer, the butcher continues. “Thank you, love.” He tacks on, letting the tension in his shoulders alleviate ever so slightly, obviously already frazzled by the location.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
