// go get your gun, get your gun //
After the bit of respite and replacing his lial shift with his fyrhund to better traverse the dunes, Asta decides with a quick whiff of the Sea of Dreams and the shining blue sulfur pools below, that he fucking hates this particular place. It’s evident with the slight snarl that leaves his throat, the curl of his maw in response, tail twitching uncomfortably as his paws pick easy steps around the closest boiling pool.
It’s a poor imitation of the lava pools of the Climb, he thinks, too sandy and dreadful and lacking all of the comforts of the Climb he’d come to know. But they’d made it this far, and from the scans earlier from the height of the dragon over a majority of the desert, this quick diversion should lead them back to their tent where Asta’s positive he’s content to stay the rest of the trek.
His ears pin slightly before he glances back and over at Danta, wondering which shift he’s chosen this time, before a bubble of water in the pool beside him snaps with a loud POP that has Asta whirling toward it, jaw snapping before he growls low and threateningly at it with his ears flat against his skull.
It’s a poor imitation of the lava pools of the Climb, he thinks, too sandy and dreadful and lacking all of the comforts of the Climb he’d come to know. But they’d made it this far, and from the scans earlier from the height of the dragon over a majority of the desert, this quick diversion should lead them back to their tent where Asta’s positive he’s content to stay the rest of the trek.
His ears pin slightly before he glances back and over at Danta, wondering which shift he’s chosen this time, before a bubble of water in the pool beside him snaps with a loud POP that has Asta whirling toward it, jaw snapping before he growls low and threateningly at it with his ears flat against his skull.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
