you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
Astaroth fully doesn’t intend on the allogator living through this hunt, and it’s evident as he opens it up for Thal’s next assault — chuckling darkly with delight as she pins it and tears through its leg, relishing in the destruction she’s wrought. While she’s busy indulging herself and ending the poor creature’s life, the butcher has already sliced off a portion of its hide, dug beneath it to carve out bloody strips, and simply relaxed as she seems fully focused on its jugular.
Uncaring temporarily about his clothes, the butcher has settled at its side opposite of Thalassa, leaning back to where his spine presses against the marred side of the allogator as it takes its last few breaths, all while he takes his easy bites of the flesh, sharp teeth slicing through it without a single issue.
Lightning continues as she stands and the butcher leans back against the allogator’s form in a self indulgent stretch, back arching as the crown of his antlers from this angle pierce and scratch against the creature’s hide, tilting his head back enough to let his dark gaze focus on her as he offers her a bloody and sharp smile.
“Are you feeling better, darling?” He asks, completely at ease and comfortable despite the cool rain as he bends back toward her against the corpse of the gator.
Uncaring temporarily about his clothes, the butcher has settled at its side opposite of Thalassa, leaning back to where his spine presses against the marred side of the allogator as it takes its last few breaths, all while he takes his easy bites of the flesh, sharp teeth slicing through it without a single issue.
Lightning continues as she stands and the butcher leans back against the allogator’s form in a self indulgent stretch, back arching as the crown of his antlers from this angle pierce and scratch against the creature’s hide, tilting his head back enough to let his dark gaze focus on her as he offers her a bloody and sharp smile.
“Are you feeling better, darling?” He asks, completely at ease and comfortable despite the cool rain as he bends back toward her against the corpse of the gator.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
