am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
He stays like that for a little while, before he shifts back into himself, still knelt in the mess of blood and feathers and bones. Hands pressed flat to the warm rock, the. Butcher slowly sinks back and takes a deep inhale, exhaling it slowly through his nose as he faces the sky. A few more moments pass before he swipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, blood lingering on his skin that he stares at before he shakes himself out of it and forces himself to stand.
Snagging the threaded cane as he makes his way toward the tigress, he sits on the slab beside her and peers out over the expanse of the lava pits. “Thank you.” He says softly, tail curling around his leg as he draws it up and presses his forehead against it. “Did you get one?” He asks, seeking the distraction, having been so focused on staying in his own hunt he hadn’t even looked to see if she’d succeeded, even if the tinge of red around her fuzzy molten maw suggested otherwise.
Snagging the threaded cane as he makes his way toward the tigress, he sits on the slab beside her and peers out over the expanse of the lava pits. “Thank you.” He says softly, tail curling around his leg as he draws it up and presses his forehead against it. “Did you get one?” He asks, seeking the distraction, having been so focused on staying in his own hunt he hadn’t even looked to see if she’d succeeded, even if the tinge of red around her fuzzy molten maw suggested otherwise.
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
