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
The grotesque of the squawk that leaves the Maverick is the indication for the butcher that he’s swapped dragon for gore crow – and forever grateful for the bracelet adorning his wrist to make it so he isn’t mortified by the avian’s appearance, there’s nothing but pure and absolute murderous joy in the butcher as he points out the skull. Cloven hooves shift his weight consistently on each one as he watches Danta land atop the skull with the sharp teeth, pecking at it as if testing.
He doesn’t know the thoughts going on in the corvid, but if he did he would absolutely be in love with the idea. Instead, he hops a little closer, hooves perching halfway up the gigantic thing to angle his head up toward the gore crow to puff a warm breath out at him – ears perking forward completely before he’s withdrawing and winking (as much as a deer could realistically blink, of course).
As all his feet hit the earth again, Astaroth tosses his tail and his head, ducking enough that his fiery antlers don’t knock into the chest cavity of the creature before he climbs in to inspect and see if there’s anything of note. He finds a bearded dragon or two seeking shelter that shy away with a hiss for the light he brings. Jokes on them, though, because Asta spends the next few minutes chasing them from the den of shade in the bones before prancing in a content circle to show off for the Maverick.
He doesn’t know the thoughts going on in the corvid, but if he did he would absolutely be in love with the idea. Instead, he hops a little closer, hooves perching halfway up the gigantic thing to angle his head up toward the gore crow to puff a warm breath out at him – ears perking forward completely before he’s withdrawing and winking (as much as a deer could realistically blink, of course).
As all his feet hit the earth again, Astaroth tosses his tail and his head, ducking enough that his fiery antlers don’t knock into the chest cavity of the creature before he climbs in to inspect and see if there’s anything of note. He finds a bearded dragon or two seeking shelter that shy away with a hiss for the light he brings. Jokes on them, though, because Asta spends the next few minutes chasing them from the den of shade in the bones before prancing in a content circle to show off for the Maverick.
Astaroth
welcome to the show, come show me in
