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
“That works, then.” The butcher decides – so long as there was stew at some point, he could manage to wait a little longer. Perhaps tonight’s a night of drinking lots of hot tea (in reality, the one cup he’d make he’d likely fall asleep before finishing it, but he can dream). Amused, the butcher straightens up as he asks whether they were going for another, quietly relieved when Danta shakes his head.
Nodding, a soft laugh leaves him that breaks into a sigh, glancing down at their sled and the perfect stacks of wood. “It should not, though testing fate is something we should not do this season either way, mm?” He sighs a touch dramatically before he spies the obnoxiously blown kiss heading his way.
He makes an over dramatic look of catching it in a gloved hand and pressing it to his heart before he secures the sled and brings out the straps for the front. “Alright, I will need you to hook me into it, but after that we shall be good to go.” He hesitates a few moments at the front of the sled before he exhales a long and slow sigh and the Mighty Astaroth becomes a fearsome, fire crowned deer, black and menacing against the pristine perfect snow. His fuzzy tail flicks as he steps over the leads of the sled, getting into position, and if Feirw could grin, you bet he’d be beaming at the Maverick.
Nodding, a soft laugh leaves him that breaks into a sigh, glancing down at their sled and the perfect stacks of wood. “It should not, though testing fate is something we should not do this season either way, mm?” He sighs a touch dramatically before he spies the obnoxiously blown kiss heading his way.
He makes an over dramatic look of catching it in a gloved hand and pressing it to his heart before he secures the sled and brings out the straps for the front. “Alright, I will need you to hook me into it, but after that we shall be good to go.” He hesitates a few moments at the front of the sled before he exhales a long and slow sigh and the Mighty Astaroth becomes a fearsome, fire crowned deer, black and menacing against the pristine perfect snow. His fuzzy tail flicks as he steps over the leads of the sled, getting into position, and if Feirw could grin, you bet he’d be beaming at the Maverick.
Astaroth
welcome to the show, come show me in
