// tell me i'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine //
“According to what I have read, we should be able to find a cockatrice here.” The butcher murmurs to his lover, casting a glance over at the Maverick with a sharp smile that screams a little too excited. It would take all of the skills he’s got a history of using – scouting and destroying. And his mood is only improved by Danta being alongside him and the heat that continues to bloom through the Oerwoud.
Dressed purely for hunting, the butcher’s sleeves are pulled back, boots carry him up a gilled musk deer path that he assumes is often used by them to get from one of the water ways to another. It isn’t what they’re looking for, though, so they continue on. He’s got his threaded cane in his hand, the blade glinting against the smoke that begins to settle the further in they get, promising heat from what the butcher can only assume to be a wildfire.
Which means it’s likely the creatures might be fleeing their usual spots and make it a smidge easier for them to find the relatively elusive cockatrice. “Fire up ahead.” He murmurs quietly to Danta, stepping to the side and off the path, tugging his fiancé with him. It’s just in time for a few blink hares and moushrooms to run past, utilizing the trail themselves for their escape route.
Dressed purely for hunting, the butcher’s sleeves are pulled back, boots carry him up a gilled musk deer path that he assumes is often used by them to get from one of the water ways to another. It isn’t what they’re looking for, though, so they continue on. He’s got his threaded cane in his hand, the blade glinting against the smoke that begins to settle the further in they get, promising heat from what the butcher can only assume to be a wildfire.
Which means it’s likely the creatures might be fleeing their usual spots and make it a smidge easier for them to find the relatively elusive cockatrice. “Fire up ahead.” He murmurs quietly to Danta, stepping to the side and off the path, tugging his fiancé with him. It’s just in time for a few blink hares and moushrooms to run past, utilizing the trail themselves for their escape route.
Astaroth
// say that everything is over, tell me i'm fine //
