// go get your gun, get your gun //
The corvid writhes beneath his paws, enough so that he’s so focused on half being there and half tempering his bloodlust despite how he’d told himself to just give in, that he flinches and digs his claws into the crow when Isla headbutts his flank. A snarl leaves him before it breaks into a whine, but the sentiment is there even if they can’t talk about it.
His heartbeat thunders beneath the volcanic plates, shaking his head sharply before his smoky maw parts and he finally makes his strike. The small body of the corvid is no match for his bite strength. His jaw remains around the body as blood splatters and feathers fall out, but the iron tang takes over him mentally.
The bloodlust in full effect begins to tear into the corvid, stripping meat from bones not unlike how the gore crows had done to him, and when he’s finally done devouring as much of it as he can, his tail tucks and his ears remain flat, blood dripping from his maw as he seems almost frozen.
His heartbeat thunders beneath the volcanic plates, shaking his head sharply before his smoky maw parts and he finally makes his strike. The small body of the corvid is no match for his bite strength. His jaw remains around the body as blood splatters and feathers fall out, but the iron tang takes over him mentally.
The bloodlust in full effect begins to tear into the corvid, stripping meat from bones not unlike how the gore crows had done to him, and when he’s finally done devouring as much of it as he can, his tail tucks and his ears remain flat, blood dripping from his maw as he seems almost frozen.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
