Astaroth
// so sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke. sip the gossip, burn down your throat //
After the strangeness of the Peepholes, the butcher is quite pleased to be back home in the confines of the Dusklight, sunk into the very exhaustion this season often gave to him. And it’s in that deep slumber that is often difficult to pull him out of that he wakes with nearly a start – scanning over Danta as if it might have been him that woke him. It becomes evidently clear as the sleep slips from his eyes and the mental fog begins to fade that this is a calling, a beckoning by the one that had saved him.
It’s quick work for him to prep for the venture outside of the Dusklight, into the cold for however long it takes him to reach the bonfire and the Climb beyond, his bones immediately relaxing the second the heat of the region sinks into them. It limbers him up, makes the rest of the trek easier, all following along the tug and pull of a dark invisible string that he’s never quite felt before. He knows to whom the string leads and yet nothing would have prepared him for the second the butcher steps into the glittering Soulfire Reach.
It isn’t the tangible presence in the walls and the sultry voice that he often felt. His steps stutter as he steps in to find Her, in the flesh and gemstone, beautiful and radiant and even though the butcher was extremely devout, this makes that worship feel paltry in comparison. Pale skin, cloaked in stone and glittering gemstones, scarlet eyes glowing in the dark with sleep golden hair drawn out of her face not unlike how his is swept out of his own right now.
His tail twitches behind him, not in apprehension but in excitement and distraction, drawn to her immediately without even a second to think further about it, stunned and in awe. “My darling Lady, what an honor this is.” His accented voice rumbles out, a shark tooth grin aimed at her as he settles before her, taking in the full presence of his goddess.
It’s quick work for him to prep for the venture outside of the Dusklight, into the cold for however long it takes him to reach the bonfire and the Climb beyond, his bones immediately relaxing the second the heat of the region sinks into them. It limbers him up, makes the rest of the trek easier, all following along the tug and pull of a dark invisible string that he’s never quite felt before. He knows to whom the string leads and yet nothing would have prepared him for the second the butcher steps into the glittering Soulfire Reach.
It isn’t the tangible presence in the walls and the sultry voice that he often felt. His steps stutter as he steps in to find Her, in the flesh and gemstone, beautiful and radiant and even though the butcher was extremely devout, this makes that worship feel paltry in comparison. Pale skin, cloaked in stone and glittering gemstones, scarlet eyes glowing in the dark with sleep golden hair drawn out of her face not unlike how his is swept out of his own right now.
His tail twitches behind him, not in apprehension but in excitement and distraction, drawn to her immediately without even a second to think further about it, stunned and in awe. “My darling Lady, what an honor this is.” His accented voice rumbles out, a shark tooth grin aimed at her as he settles before her, taking in the full presence of his goddess.
// you're not iconic, you are just like them all. don't act like you don't know //
