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
There’s a deep rooted satisfaction that burns within the feirw’s chest when he feels his antlers collide with the fyrhund. And while the fire doesn’t do much of anything to the beast, it flares a golden orange hue against the black and purple that erupts from the wounds he’s caused. He jostles it just into the perfect spot for Isla’s attack, her claws sinking in deep.
He can hear the fyrhund’s cry of pain but it doesn’t stop the butcher from advancing any further. He withdraws, leaving the puncture wounds to pour freely before he dives back in one more time toward the fyrhund’s chest with his head lowered away from its jaws, trying to aim between the plates again to puncture something vital – hoping for a lung at least. It whirls in the process, exposing its side to Isla, sliding momentarily from the blood and slowly hardening gold drippings from Isla’s shift, giving her prime opportunity to land another attack.
He can hear the fyrhund’s cry of pain but it doesn’t stop the butcher from advancing any further. He withdraws, leaving the puncture wounds to pour freely before he dives back in one more time toward the fyrhund’s chest with his head lowered away from its jaws, trying to aim between the plates again to puncture something vital – hoping for a lung at least. It whirls in the process, exposing its side to Isla, sliding momentarily from the blood and slowly hardening gold drippings from Isla’s shift, giving her prime opportunity to land another attack.
Astaroth
welcome to the show, come show me in
