if you could find your way inside
you'd have to find a way to stay alive
you'd have to find a way to stay alive
While he would stubbornly try to continue at this pace, he does know better. And he knows that once he’s passed through the fields and plains, across the bone bridges with the echoing clack of his hooves, that if he continues on for too much longer he very well might not be able to move the next day. So, rather than completely ruin any chance at recovery, the butcher’s intense speed starts to slow.
He tilts his head up to spot the gore crow high above him, coasting on the winds and with a bleating sound through heaving, panting breaths, the butcher’s path diverts into the trees, searching for a space he might be able to catch a quick nap at the very least. The fire returns in a blooming beacon against his horns, drifting through until he finds a patch of dirt free from any predators (aside from themselves), and with a moment of scratching up the ground to carve out a space, the butcher sinks down into the upturned dirt and can finally start to catch his breath. Having let out enough steam in this shift to do so comfortably, the exhaustion pulls at him far heavier than it has all season, much to his pleased surprise.
He tilts his head up to spot the gore crow high above him, coasting on the winds and with a bleating sound through heaving, panting breaths, the butcher’s path diverts into the trees, searching for a space he might be able to catch a quick nap at the very least. The fire returns in a blooming beacon against his horns, drifting through until he finds a patch of dirt free from any predators (aside from themselves), and with a moment of scratching up the ground to carve out a space, the butcher sinks down into the upturned dirt and can finally start to catch his breath. Having let out enough steam in this shift to do so comfortably, the exhaustion pulls at him far heavier than it has all season, much to his pleased surprise.
Astaroth
welcome to the show, come show me in
