// tell me i'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine //
He watches over the smoke that burns through the clearing thicker now with all the fire they’ve played with, watching as the fair golden light of his fiancé becomes that of a black dragon, rising above the smoke with too sharp teeth and wings pressed in tight, trees bending and groaning as they give way to the intruder to the space they’d spent decades growing into.
The cockatrice doesn’t really know what hits it, charred into a cocoon of nothingness but singed scales and death, the butcher finally straightens once he’s sure it’s dead. He shifts back into himself, drawing up to his full height, a slight snarl on his lips as he nudges the still smoldering creature with his boot to see it remain lifeless. The blood has stopped on his arm, at least, though not for a better reason.
A sickly grey hue has begun to spread from a scratch above his bloodbane, cracked and gnarly looking as it slowly stretches its fingers along the rest of Asta’s arm in a slow splay. His tail flicks with his annoyance, but it fades immediately as he looks up to his lover and offers him a gentle smile. “You are a stunning dragon, darling.” Comes the compliment from his breathy panting as he starts to regain his composure.
At least enough to bag up the corpse of the cockatrice to bring to Dygra.
FINALLLYYYYY, between both flames of the dragon and the fyrhund, the cockatrice is slain!!
Cockatrice HP: 0/403
Asta HP: 186.5/250
Danta HP: 290/290
The cockatrice doesn’t really know what hits it, charred into a cocoon of nothingness but singed scales and death, the butcher finally straightens once he’s sure it’s dead. He shifts back into himself, drawing up to his full height, a slight snarl on his lips as he nudges the still smoldering creature with his boot to see it remain lifeless. The blood has stopped on his arm, at least, though not for a better reason.
A sickly grey hue has begun to spread from a scratch above his bloodbane, cracked and gnarly looking as it slowly stretches its fingers along the rest of Asta’s arm in a slow splay. His tail flicks with his annoyance, but it fades immediately as he looks up to his lover and offers him a gentle smile. “You are a stunning dragon, darling.” Comes the compliment from his breathy panting as he starts to regain his composure.
At least enough to bag up the corpse of the cockatrice to bring to Dygra.
FINALLLYYYYY, between both flames of the dragon and the fyrhund, the cockatrice is slain!!
Cockatrice HP: 0/403
Asta HP: 186.5/250
Danta HP: 290/290
Astaroth
// say that everything is over, tell me i'm fine //
