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
He inclines his head at her comment regarding the list of his magics – it was a lot, but he knows that there’s always more he could strive for. But rather than dwell on the possibilities, he instead turns the question to the youth, nodding as she explains she can only control fire at the moment. “Is it really?” The butcher asks, grin brightening as she goes to show him and he leans in – unafraid of the fire and knowing it would not burn him either.
Delighted to see the little flame flicker across her palm in the blue hue of too-hot heat, grinning brighter as he nods his head in obvious approval over the blue fire. “How impressive. Mine is just the standard.” He nearly sighs dramatically, letting a little flicker of fire spark in his own hand, orange and white, there and gone in an instant.
As for shifts, though, the butcher didn’t even realize foxes were an option – though, he hadn’t realized the Feirw had been either until it had found its way into his soul. “I have quite a few of those as well. Would you like to see my favorite?” He asks, knowing full well that she’d say yes as most children would with given an option to see what shifts lingered within those older than them.
So, the butcher stands from the bench and after a few more seconds, he’s replaced by a large and dark stag. Fire flares to life through the tines of his horns, wrapping around each one in a more macabre variant of the luxere, cloven hooves clicking against the temple floor as his fluffy ears perk forward and he lowers his head toward Knell for her to inspect his shift.
Delighted to see the little flame flicker across her palm in the blue hue of too-hot heat, grinning brighter as he nods his head in obvious approval over the blue fire. “How impressive. Mine is just the standard.” He nearly sighs dramatically, letting a little flicker of fire spark in his own hand, orange and white, there and gone in an instant.
As for shifts, though, the butcher didn’t even realize foxes were an option – though, he hadn’t realized the Feirw had been either until it had found its way into his soul. “I have quite a few of those as well. Would you like to see my favorite?” He asks, knowing full well that she’d say yes as most children would with given an option to see what shifts lingered within those older than them.
So, the butcher stands from the bench and after a few more seconds, he’s replaced by a large and dark stag. Fire flares to life through the tines of his horns, wrapping around each one in a more macabre variant of the luxere, cloven hooves clicking against the temple floor as his fluffy ears perk forward and he lowers his head toward Knell for her to inspect his shift.
Astaroth
welcome to the show, come show me in
