sit down now for some ground rules, thank you
do you think you can handle that much?
do you think you can handle that much?
Another day of taking a quick trip to the Climb through the portal is on Asta’s card for the day. If for no other reason than to get a particular gemstone he thinks Danta would be a fan of. What he doesn’t anticipate is a particularly interesting looking fyrhund as he steps out of the shimmering portal from the Grounds, threaded cane clicking against the volcanic earth, dressed impeccably as per usual with a beautifully green silk shirt that can be seen beneath the slate grey waistcoat and silver chains adorning it.
He steps out precisely when the fyrhund is circling and gives it a curious glance – realizing perhaps that given his own fyrhund under his skin that this one isn’t wild like much of the inhabitants of the Climb were. Fyrhunds were far more likely to attack on sight or avoid larger foot traffic, solitary as they tended to be. “Hello there.” The butcher hums to the fyrhund, his dark gaze scanning it as he flashes it his sharp smile, head tilting slightly as he waits to see its intentions.
He steps out precisely when the fyrhund is circling and gives it a curious glance – realizing perhaps that given his own fyrhund under his skin that this one isn’t wild like much of the inhabitants of the Climb were. Fyrhunds were far more likely to attack on sight or avoid larger foot traffic, solitary as they tended to be. “Hello there.” The butcher hums to the fyrhund, his dark gaze scanning it as he flashes it his sharp smile, head tilting slightly as he waits to see its intentions.
Astaroth
i've just come back to life, i'm here, i'm your little ray of sunshine
