// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
Retaliation is the main goal of the butcher at the moment – nostrils flaring to feel the nips at his hindquarters, it means far little for him as Danta catches up and blasts him with flame. He feels each one drop, shaking himself out when he realizes their steaming carcasses are all that’s left. He shifts back, drawing up to his full height. He reaches out for Danta in a gentle motion, one warm hand to touch his elbow. “Shift, darling.” Comes the encouragement. “Take to the skies and scout and I shall search down here.”
Reason or not, the butcher’s mental state is far more even than Danta’s right now, and he steps away from his lover to shift into the fyrhund once more, looking down the path they hadn’t come from, which means there might be something lying in wait thinking it’s gotten free. But he waits, staying his hand – or paws? – for the Maverick to take to the skies so that whatever they stumble across doesn’t get spooked immediately by his presence on the ground.
Reason or not, the butcher’s mental state is far more even than Danta’s right now, and he steps away from his lover to shift into the fyrhund once more, looking down the path they hadn’t come from, which means there might be something lying in wait thinking it’s gotten free. But he waits, staying his hand – or paws? – for the Maverick to take to the skies so that whatever they stumble across doesn’t get spooked immediately by his presence on the ground.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
