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
Ignoring any laughter at the expense of his fuzzy ass, the butcher appears relatively bouncy as he begins to embark in the snowy woodlands before them. Sure that he could handle it if everyone else wasn’t around, he fights through the lingering weariness in his bones as he curves a bit, ears perking much like an animal of prey might – in order to sell the point – the butcher hears the mournful cry of the pack and pulls away from it.
The flames sparking from his antlers flare with light as he bounds away, prancing through the snow and leaving dual toed hoofprints behind, slowing down to lower his head and listening to hear for any sounds of the wolves encroaching on his space, unsure if whether or not they would strike just yet.
The flames sparking from his antlers flare with light as he bounds away, prancing through the snow and leaving dual toed hoofprints behind, slowing down to lower his head and listening to hear for any sounds of the wolves encroaching on his space, unsure if whether or not they would strike just yet.
Astaroth
welcome to the show, come show me in
