// I'm putting you out of your misery //
The only thing that could possibly meet the chaos crackling in his soul is the Levinsward at this present moment. He isn’t around to try and run into anyone - feeling better the more alone he is (because his thoughts continue to drift elsewhere and it makes him, perhaps, the least decent person to be around right now). Not that anything is wrong between him and Danta right now, he just knows that Danta needed a break from his possessiveness and as much as it grates against his mind, he can abide it.
Because his restlessness hadn’t gone away the following day he woke up, nor the day after that. So he knows something is wrong, which is why he’s ventured out here more than prepared, with the muzzle set contently in his pocket lest he find himself in a position unable to control himself.
He’s stuck to the outskirts of the Levinsward as the lightning strikes above, picking his path through the expanse of trees and clearings, until movement catches his eye. Wildlife, uncaring of him as he stalks through the trees with his haunt half on display with the sixteen point crown of horns he wears and his shadows banking around him in a mimicry of phantom followers. The creatures zip past in their panic, leaving him to look in the direction they’ve come.
And when he finally sees the movement, he unleashes his haunt completely - crackling and standing still like the worst kind of scarecrow amongst this clearing, such that when Thalassa appears over the crest of it she’d be met with the fiery wendigo that is the butcher, crackling flames pouring from a mouth with too sharp teeth, waiting for a fight.
Because his restlessness hadn’t gone away the following day he woke up, nor the day after that. So he knows something is wrong, which is why he’s ventured out here more than prepared, with the muzzle set contently in his pocket lest he find himself in a position unable to control himself.
He’s stuck to the outskirts of the Levinsward as the lightning strikes above, picking his path through the expanse of trees and clearings, until movement catches his eye. Wildlife, uncaring of him as he stalks through the trees with his haunt half on display with the sixteen point crown of horns he wears and his shadows banking around him in a mimicry of phantom followers. The creatures zip past in their panic, leaving him to look in the direction they’ve come.
And when he finally sees the movement, he unleashes his haunt completely - crackling and standing still like the worst kind of scarecrow amongst this clearing, such that when Thalassa appears over the crest of it she’d be met with the fiery wendigo that is the butcher, crackling flames pouring from a mouth with too sharp teeth, waiting for a fight.
Astaroth
// 'cause darling you're dragging me down //
