// go get your gun, get your gun //
By the time they’d gotten to the Sea of Dreams, it had been too dark to continue – the area had been too frigid in the desert for their hot-blooded natures. And as such, they’d slowed to stay the night on the outskirts of it – hunting and savoring as much heat as they could between fire and shifts. Danta, as his lava wyrm had been a perfect necessity for the butcher, who most of his shifts would be too large to try and keep warm.
All except for the lial or the fyrhund in his soul. The fyrhund seems like the logical choice, given it’s always been his soul shift, just as the gore crow had been Danta’s, but with the prospect of the slight sheen of water coating the sea of dreams from recent scream rain, he’s content to spend the night in his lial shift, soaking up as much heat as he can.
It’s only when the sun starts to rise that the butcher stirs, tail sweeping along the rough edge of the sands. His flat nose nudges Danta’s lava wyrm form as if to wake him or see if he’s already awake, before he’s glancing back out toward the rest of the desert they have to conquer.
All except for the lial or the fyrhund in his soul. The fyrhund seems like the logical choice, given it’s always been his soul shift, just as the gore crow had been Danta’s, but with the prospect of the slight sheen of water coating the sea of dreams from recent scream rain, he’s content to spend the night in his lial shift, soaking up as much heat as he can.
It’s only when the sun starts to rise that the butcher stirs, tail sweeping along the rough edge of the sands. His flat nose nudges Danta’s lava wyrm form as if to wake him or see if he’s already awake, before he’s glancing back out toward the rest of the desert they have to conquer.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
