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 echoing squawk that leaves the gore crow is loud enough to also send a few other creatures zipping away from the other side of the bones that the butcher doesn’t see – so busy as he is getting rid of the rabble. As he steps out into the sun once more, though, prancing around for Danta to see all the hard work he’s been up to, he watches as Danta flies closer.
Each prancing step slows as he notices what Danta’s doing, spying the tiny crow prints left in a circle as Danta mimics him. A huff leaves him, ears flattening for a brief moment as if he’s only just become aware of his prancing (and if asked, he’d deny he ever did), before he’s trotting back up to his fiancé with his ears back to normal, twitching though they might be.
With a harrumph of appreciation for the strutting dance Danta seems to put on, he tosses his head back as if to ask if he wanted to catch a ride or to fly, because the butcher’s veins are full of fire and the need to run and he thinks what better than to zip on through the boneyard at full speed, far more comfortable on the ground than in the air.
Each prancing step slows as he notices what Danta’s doing, spying the tiny crow prints left in a circle as Danta mimics him. A huff leaves him, ears flattening for a brief moment as if he’s only just become aware of his prancing (and if asked, he’d deny he ever did), before he’s trotting back up to his fiancé with his ears back to normal, twitching though they might be.
With a harrumph of appreciation for the strutting dance Danta seems to put on, he tosses his head back as if to ask if he wanted to catch a ride or to fly, because the butcher’s veins are full of fire and the need to run and he thinks what better than to zip on through the boneyard at full speed, far more comfortable on the ground than in the air.
Astaroth
welcome to the show, come show me in
