// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
It’s Danta’s hunt, though the butcher would never argue with accompanying. His lover’s bloodlust was a cautious thing, one rarely truly sated yet also rarely showed the typical signs of its approach. It wasn’t like the butcher’s own, where he could tell day after day, week after week, that it would need to be on the horizon. Danta’s was a different beast entirely, and Astaroth has made it a goal to ensure that whatever he had going on when it came around mattered far little so that he could always be available to join him on these hunts.
So their masks are left behind. The butcher trails the Maverick, splitting off in order to help – trading two legs for four volcanic paws that strike the ground with purpose, aiming to cut off the spooked deer. If he thought he stood a chance of distracting it in the new deer shift he’d found under his skin, he might have tried that. Alas, the deer of the Outer Brambles were often frightful of fire.
Rounding away from deer to approach behind it, opposite of Danta to pinch it, the butcher blasts his flame toward it to spook it back toward his lover.
So their masks are left behind. The butcher trails the Maverick, splitting off in order to help – trading two legs for four volcanic paws that strike the ground with purpose, aiming to cut off the spooked deer. If he thought he stood a chance of distracting it in the new deer shift he’d found under his skin, he might have tried that. Alas, the deer of the Outer Brambles were often frightful of fire.
Rounding away from deer to approach behind it, opposite of Danta to pinch it, the butcher blasts his flame toward it to spook it back toward his lover.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
