// no sudden moves, don't make a sound
they're out for blood this time around //
they're out for blood this time around //
He collides with her with his own little grunt of a sound, pushing himself into her as she laughs and grabs into the tines of his horns as if he were a bull and she were trying to tame him. In spite of the corvid’s croaks in the distance, they land on the ground with her laughter infecting the mania suddenly bursting through his chest.
A low laugh escapes him, giving up as she twists and he lets her, suddenly with his back pressed to the ground and her atop him. His hair’s a mess, but he pushes it out of the way with a puff of air, able to peer up at her with his tired eyes full of amusement with a portion of panic. “I yield.” The butcher says as the crows start to fly off, his hands falling limply to the lava rock he lays upon, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. “That was quite enjoyable, despite the gore crows.” He offers after a moment, content for a few long moments to remain pressed against the ground as the corvids fly off and out of sight.
A low laugh escapes him, giving up as she twists and he lets her, suddenly with his back pressed to the ground and her atop him. His hair’s a mess, but he pushes it out of the way with a puff of air, able to peer up at her with his tired eyes full of amusement with a portion of panic. “I yield.” The butcher says as the crows start to fly off, his hands falling limply to the lava rock he lays upon, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. “That was quite enjoyable, despite the gore crows.” He offers after a moment, content for a few long moments to remain pressed against the ground as the corvids fly off and out of sight.
Astaroth
