// go get your gun, get your gun //
They do seem to stretch on forever, and for that Asta tacks it onto the rest of the growing number of things that he hates about this particular spot of the desert. Hak Etme might have the second best option for heat, but in terms of accommodations and favorite places, well, his favorite place so far was certainly the Boneyard while the rest seemed to be a bit of a mess. If it wasn’t sand tornadoes, it was these horrible bubbling pools he steps past carefully – at least until he hears the croak of discontent and feels Danta flap away – the fyrhund stilling with a paw lifted as he watches him shift to that larger one.
Internally grimacing, he steps over to join him with enough distance to replace his fyrhund with his dragon shift, his tail sweeping high so it doesn’t drip in the sulfur pools, and with a long huff of smoky breath he nods toward Danta as if to say let’s get out of here, yeah?
Internally grimacing, he steps over to join him with enough distance to replace his fyrhund with his dragon shift, his tail sweeping high so it doesn’t drip in the sulfur pools, and with a long huff of smoky breath he nods toward Danta as if to say let’s get out of here, yeah?
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
