/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
Perhaps it is fitting that Astaroth’s statue is amongst the cracks and crevices of the Lava Pits, alongside fellow Fyrhunds that have made their nests, blending in and thriving amongst the heat. However, the steam that passes through, parts for just a specific moment, unveiling the statuesque shape of a face amongst the rockery.
A face that is distinctly not a canine, unlike the rest of his brethren amongst the orange glow. And it is here that the once rogue, cannibalistic Ancient dwells and appears to have dwelled for years upon years with how little care the rest of the fauna have of his presence.
Thankfully, Astaroth is none the wiser in this state, fervently dreaming as he had been through the years, unsure what part’s real and what isn’t anymore.
A face that is distinctly not a canine, unlike the rest of his brethren amongst the orange glow. And it is here that the once rogue, cannibalistic Ancient dwells and appears to have dwelled for years upon years with how little care the rest of the fauna have of his presence.
Thankfully, Astaroth is none the wiser in this state, fervently dreaming as he had been through the years, unsure what part’s real and what isn’t anymore.
Astaroth
i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
