my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
The fox is diligent in its work collecting the loam and silt, and truthfully it only pinpoints to the butcher more than this was likely an attuned. It wasn’t common actions for the usual arctic foxes he’d seen take, so especially as he speaks to it, crouching slightly with enough distance to not ward it away, he notes the paw lift in a just a second kind of motion that immediately has the butcher refraining from asking anything else and waiting patiently for them to finish.
Then, just like that, fox becomes woman. And not just any woman, but one he actually knows – much to Astaroth’s delight. “Lena, darling, no need to apologize.” He hums, flashing her that bright smile of his as he straightens up. “What are you collecting these for? And would you like any help?” He asks curiously, horned head tilting slightly.
Then, just like that, fox becomes woman. And not just any woman, but one he actually knows – much to Astaroth’s delight. “Lena, darling, no need to apologize.” He hums, flashing her that bright smile of his as he straightens up. “What are you collecting these for? And would you like any help?” He asks curiously, horned head tilting slightly.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
