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
Rolling his eyes affectionately as she claims she lives just fine, it’s with that bright grin aimed her way that he shrugs his shoulders. “Suit yourself.” He hums in a sing-song tone that Sicarius interjects into with her own little grating trill. He’s sure she does live just fine, but he can’t help himself from giving her a bit of shit here and there.
The amused smile softens a fraction to hear that she’d send him a letter, nodding his head in agreement for the future plan to take place. Already he’s planning his own items to bring as they drift further in and the boon of dryness from the canopies of trees taking the majority of the snow is a siren’s song.
“I did not really have anything in mind, but we can certainly try for big game. I can lure in the shift I have left?” He suggests, mulling it over before he looks back at Thalassa with a wink. He reaches up to snag Sicarius to let her wander through the forest, confident she can handle her own without clinging to them, and he shifts after a moment to his feirw shift. His antlers flare with flame, a heavy crown that sits on his head and reflects orange fire in the dark of his fur.
His tail flicks twice as he dips his head toward Thalassa in a small nod before he prances forward into the foliage, finding a deer path to get into, trying to ensure his scent follows on the cool breeze enough to attract something large of note.
The amused smile softens a fraction to hear that she’d send him a letter, nodding his head in agreement for the future plan to take place. Already he’s planning his own items to bring as they drift further in and the boon of dryness from the canopies of trees taking the majority of the snow is a siren’s song.
“I did not really have anything in mind, but we can certainly try for big game. I can lure in the shift I have left?” He suggests, mulling it over before he looks back at Thalassa with a wink. He reaches up to snag Sicarius to let her wander through the forest, confident she can handle her own without clinging to them, and he shifts after a moment to his feirw shift. His antlers flare with flame, a heavy crown that sits on his head and reflects orange fire in the dark of his fur.
His tail flicks twice as he dips his head toward Thalassa in a small nod before he prances forward into the foliage, finding a deer path to get into, trying to ensure his scent follows on the cool breeze enough to attract something large of note.
Astaroth
welcome to the show, come show me in
