// I'm putting you out of your misery //
Flora and Kaisel make their appearance and the butcher warmly extends a bright grin to the couple as they join him. “’Tis the Blood Moon.” The butcher snorts, the warmth of the absinthe keeping his throat comfortably on fire as he watches the steam erupt from the Maverick’s landing. Drawn back to the couple, he’s about to offer a tidbit of gossip for Flora and Kaisel should they be interested in it, when Kaisel’s flipped a switch.
His grin stays, even as a touch of confusion flares and he steps back to avoid the majority of the drink even if it fails and spatters across his front. Thinking, perhaps, it was an accident it becomes very clear that it isn’t when Kaisel squares up with him.
“How cute.” The butcher says – and honestly, he’s been looking for a reason to let his haunt out just to prove to the accepted that it was more than a puppet show. The grin sharpens and widens far more than it should realistically be able to be, his voice dropping into dissonance that squeals against ones ears. “How intimidating.” He snarks back almost as if in boredom.
He'll apologize to Danta later, but for now the shadows wrap around him until he’s even taller than his usual position when Kaisel got into his space, warping and molding into his body until it bulks out and his horns grow in a spiderweb of extended tines, fire burning out of his arms and chest as if cut from the scar tissue that sits beneath the shirt, his shadows taking on a cacophony of smiling, anglerfish-like teeth in shadows that line against the ground and the stall behind him. “I think an apology would suffice, wouldn't you agree?” He growls once the transformation takes place, as the soldier stares up at a fiery wendigo ready for a reason to unleash, hesitating to let his glowing orange gaze flit toward Flora.
Asta lets his haunt go and squares up to Kaisel :3 SRRY DANTA
Haunt (Ancient): Can distort their form and the surrounding environment within 30ft to reflect their most monstrous, primal self.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
His grin stays, even as a touch of confusion flares and he steps back to avoid the majority of the drink even if it fails and spatters across his front. Thinking, perhaps, it was an accident it becomes very clear that it isn’t when Kaisel squares up with him.
“How cute.” The butcher says – and honestly, he’s been looking for a reason to let his haunt out just to prove to the accepted that it was more than a puppet show. The grin sharpens and widens far more than it should realistically be able to be, his voice dropping into dissonance that squeals against ones ears. “How intimidating.” He snarks back almost as if in boredom.
He'll apologize to Danta later, but for now the shadows wrap around him until he’s even taller than his usual position when Kaisel got into his space, warping and molding into his body until it bulks out and his horns grow in a spiderweb of extended tines, fire burning out of his arms and chest as if cut from the scar tissue that sits beneath the shirt, his shadows taking on a cacophony of smiling, anglerfish-like teeth in shadows that line against the ground and the stall behind him. “I think an apology would suffice, wouldn't you agree?” He growls once the transformation takes place, as the soldier stares up at a fiery wendigo ready for a reason to unleash, hesitating to let his glowing orange gaze flit toward Flora.
Asta lets his haunt go and squares up to Kaisel :3 SRRY DANTA
Haunt (Ancient): Can distort their form and the surrounding environment within 30ft to reflect their most monstrous, primal self.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
Astaroth
// 'cause darling you're dragging me down //
