// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
A crooked smile blooms on the butcher's face — a few more of those too sharp teeth on display that are otherwise hidden by his traditional smiling. Niki would certainly see what’s become of the antlers he’d found, but first they have to get to his room.
It’s an easy feat, at least. And with the mention of the smudging above his doorframe, a low chuckle escapes Asta as he casts a glance back toward the necromancer. “Mm, yes. Something like that.” It was mostly so everyone thought it was cursed and they’d leave it alone in their drunken attempts to find a random room — though not many tried when the butcher’s smudges started. Warded away by the quiet fear it instilled.
Upon entering the room and letting the door click close behind him, Asta ignites the smattering of oil lamps alongside the fireplace, eventually settling beside the trinket made from the antlers they had just talked about. He looks as if he’s proud of the result — his posture appears straighter, his chest puffed out a little. “Thank you, my dear.” He hums with a playful yet content flick of his tail. Turning to it to inspect it himself, he answers the question. “I had parts of it already in mind. Only the feathers at this point, though. Between my partner and his companion, I was able to find the perfect amount to craft the wings. The wolf skull came later, another addition of myself given my soul-shift.” He turns back toward Niki, his sharp smile brightening as the grinning shadow makes a reappearance, grinning at Niki as if pleased he likes it as much as he does.
It’s an easy feat, at least. And with the mention of the smudging above his doorframe, a low chuckle escapes Asta as he casts a glance back toward the necromancer. “Mm, yes. Something like that.” It was mostly so everyone thought it was cursed and they’d leave it alone in their drunken attempts to find a random room — though not many tried when the butcher’s smudges started. Warded away by the quiet fear it instilled.
Upon entering the room and letting the door click close behind him, Asta ignites the smattering of oil lamps alongside the fireplace, eventually settling beside the trinket made from the antlers they had just talked about. He looks as if he’s proud of the result — his posture appears straighter, his chest puffed out a little. “Thank you, my dear.” He hums with a playful yet content flick of his tail. Turning to it to inspect it himself, he answers the question. “I had parts of it already in mind. Only the feathers at this point, though. Between my partner and his companion, I was able to find the perfect amount to craft the wings. The wolf skull came later, another addition of myself given my soul-shift.” He turns back toward Niki, his sharp smile brightening as the grinning shadow makes a reappearance, grinning at Niki as if pleased he likes it as much as he does.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
