I'm where the spiders go

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

The beautiful thing about the Black Lake was that on the way there, one steps through civilization only to be inundated by trees and forestry and all the creatures that thrived within it. At this present moment, given that it’s Longheat and the sun is already staring to wane toward a sunset, bathing the world in warm golds, the glint of something blue traversing through the shade captures the butcher’s gaze. A bloatbeetle, it looks like, but Asta isn’t that interested in getting wet from water if they were to tackle this particular fauna.

Regardless, he looks toward Danta with a raise of his brow, as if unsure if that would possibly satisfy the Maverick’s hunger. Personally speaking, he doesn’t think it to be enough, but perhaps if they go the way the bloat beetles had come from, they might be able to find something bigger. Like an Allogator or a deer, perhaps. “I suppose we could always wash up after if we find another one of these?” He suggests, before he’s leaning forward and tilting toward the path it had come from, tail twitching behind him like he’s a pointer dog catching a scent. “I could try to convince a deer to pull away from its herd?” With the one lingering under his skin, he might stand a good chance at guiding one toward Danta.

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine