They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
“Mm, I suppose it was like a different kind of family? Though, admittedly, it was all I knew.” So it hadn’t felt strange to not grow up with one’s mother because nobody else did. He wasn’t unusual until he’d learned that was out of the norm — of course that was long after he’d become Ancient. “Though we were not supposed to know who our mothers were, but the matriarch had let it slip in her senile age.” He snorts at the memory, even if it was the beginning of more tribulations from his awful siblings.
Bypassing that and squeezing Flora’s arm as she offers her own quiet gushing over Danta and himself, he can’t help but to concede the post that it wasn’t something he’d take for granted. “I do have you to thank for it, of course.” And how glad was he that they could remain friends in spite of the smear that had occurred.
It makes it easy to begin this hunt on foot, as Asta works to pinpoint the wolf in question. A predator seeking out his prey in all the precise movements the butcher makes looks as if it’s entirely made of grace and not decades of practice. He stops suddenly when he hears the twig snap, feeling her brush against his back with the abruptness.
“Parts of it.” He confirms, and in a split second of his movement to break the treeline toward the wolf, he’s twisted to hand her one of the daggers he’d brought that wasn’t poisoned. And when he turns back to the wolf, it’s with the scent of iron in the air as he slices his arm deeply, the bloodbane reaching the wolf with enough of a force that it yelps in pain, completely dissuading it from running off.
Which allows Asta the perfect opportunity to rush it, one hand aiming to snag and grip at the nape of its neck with a flash of flame as it snarls its upset, while his other hand with the dagger slashes down the wolf’s side, bringing with it another angry snarl and a sharp twist that has the butcher slipping underneath the canine.
No need to worry, though, because the daggers still plunged quite deep and his teeth have already torn away a chunk of fur and flesh. But there’s a lot of wolf left as it still fights and struggles for Flora to stake her claim.
Bypassing that and squeezing Flora’s arm as she offers her own quiet gushing over Danta and himself, he can’t help but to concede the post that it wasn’t something he’d take for granted. “I do have you to thank for it, of course.” And how glad was he that they could remain friends in spite of the smear that had occurred.
It makes it easy to begin this hunt on foot, as Asta works to pinpoint the wolf in question. A predator seeking out his prey in all the precise movements the butcher makes looks as if it’s entirely made of grace and not decades of practice. He stops suddenly when he hears the twig snap, feeling her brush against his back with the abruptness.
“Parts of it.” He confirms, and in a split second of his movement to break the treeline toward the wolf, he’s twisted to hand her one of the daggers he’d brought that wasn’t poisoned. And when he turns back to the wolf, it’s with the scent of iron in the air as he slices his arm deeply, the bloodbane reaching the wolf with enough of a force that it yelps in pain, completely dissuading it from running off.
Which allows Asta the perfect opportunity to rush it, one hand aiming to snag and grip at the nape of its neck with a flash of flame as it snarls its upset, while his other hand with the dagger slashes down the wolf’s side, bringing with it another angry snarl and a sharp twist that has the butcher slipping underneath the canine.
No need to worry, though, because the daggers still plunged quite deep and his teeth have already torn away a chunk of fur and flesh. But there’s a lot of wolf left as it still fights and struggles for Flora to stake her claim.
Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
