run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
He is right in assuming that the corvid would dive on the biggest threat to him. And in a moment of appreciation, the butcher moves just in time to evade the bite from the wolf while Danta descends and shifts back, tackling the back of the wolf with a pressure that already has bones deliciously cracking. And if the feirw could grin, it certainly would be.
Instead, Asta takes note of where Thalassa is with the other canines, taking the moment to shift from the prey animal he’d been appearing as, deciding last minute that he didn’t particularly feel like shifting into the fyrhund when he could simply bloodbane the next wolf that dove on them. So he takes a page out of his lover’s book, shifting into himself and leaving the larger, flame tipped antlers behind for the butcher himself, snow grey fingertips digging into his boot for his blade to slice along the hard edge of his wrist to send the bloodbane into the wolf that charges at him.
It starts to collapse by the time it reaches him, skating through the snow and kicking it up as Asta pounces on it, sharp teeth and the blade digging in to tear away the fur in order to get to the meat of the wolf.
Instead, Asta takes note of where Thalassa is with the other canines, taking the moment to shift from the prey animal he’d been appearing as, deciding last minute that he didn’t particularly feel like shifting into the fyrhund when he could simply bloodbane the next wolf that dove on them. So he takes a page out of his lover’s book, shifting into himself and leaving the larger, flame tipped antlers behind for the butcher himself, snow grey fingertips digging into his boot for his blade to slice along the hard edge of his wrist to send the bloodbane into the wolf that charges at him.
It starts to collapse by the time it reaches him, skating through the snow and kicking it up as Asta pounces on it, sharp teeth and the blade digging in to tear away the fur in order to get to the meat of the wolf.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
