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
“I am doing quite well.” He confirms, though something in his tone suggests that he’s quite pleased with the way that satisfying her bloodlust helped the blinding rage. He’d had plenty of seasons to get through it himself, which allows for it to remain as nothing much more than just the even simmer and general distaste when the Ancient’s name came up.
So, he remains relaxed against the corpse of the allogator, shifting only to give Thalassa room to join him, uncaring of the rain that drenches them, even as it begins to slow its heavy drops from the sky. He slices another piece from the creature, sharp teeth slicing completely through it as they enjoy their meal.
Her question does take him by surprise, though, evident in the way his dark gaze made black in the low light of the night snaps to her. “Admittedly, it varies.” He hums, snorting softly and surprised at having this conversation, though not worried or stressed about it. “Ancients are my least favorite. Too.. earthy. Leaves traces of stone and clay behind which, ack.” He begins, chuckling lightly as he waves a bloody hand. “Attuneds are my favorite. Perhaps it’s the animals they can shift into, but it is almost sweet? Similar to veal, if I had to guess.” Another pause as he considers it. “Accepted and Acquired — Abandoned, as you likely know them, taste much the same. Not as sweet or earthy but quite savory.” He takes another bite of the allogator, mulling it over as he considers a few more things.
“I have not had many fresh encounters as of late, though. A promise to Danta that I would be good, you see, so I have a deal with the Infirmary. It is rare that I get to be picky.” And while it wasn’t perfect nor consistent, it sated him enough to keep the worse urges at bay.
So, he remains relaxed against the corpse of the allogator, shifting only to give Thalassa room to join him, uncaring of the rain that drenches them, even as it begins to slow its heavy drops from the sky. He slices another piece from the creature, sharp teeth slicing completely through it as they enjoy their meal.
Her question does take him by surprise, though, evident in the way his dark gaze made black in the low light of the night snaps to her. “Admittedly, it varies.” He hums, snorting softly and surprised at having this conversation, though not worried or stressed about it. “Ancients are my least favorite. Too.. earthy. Leaves traces of stone and clay behind which, ack.” He begins, chuckling lightly as he waves a bloody hand. “Attuneds are my favorite. Perhaps it’s the animals they can shift into, but it is almost sweet? Similar to veal, if I had to guess.” Another pause as he considers it. “Accepted and Acquired — Abandoned, as you likely know them, taste much the same. Not as sweet or earthy but quite savory.” He takes another bite of the allogator, mulling it over as he considers a few more things.
“I have not had many fresh encounters as of late, though. A promise to Danta that I would be good, you see, so I have a deal with the Infirmary. It is rare that I get to be picky.” And while it wasn’t perfect nor consistent, it sated him enough to keep the worse urges at bay.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
