/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
“No.” He snarls, bursting forth in that tackle that truly, amongst the dust and dirt and debris, is closest to resembling a cartoon catfight than anything of actual importance. As does the moment that he’s so close to taking a bite out of the Maverick that he’s even more pissed off at the Fyrhunds for their terribly timed interruption. Especially with the snarl that hits from Dantalion and much to his displeasure, Asta withdraws, not before leaving quite a bit of drool pooled on the other man’s pale arm and maybe the briefest outline of one of his teeth.
He pushes Dantalion away quickly, giving him a glare that’s a bit too feral and bloodthirsty when he says “you know, I’ve always wanted a taste of you.” And without giving a chance for the other Ancient to respond, Asta is shifting himself, changing into a fyrhund not unlike the others they’re about to get jumped on by, but one that nearly seems to glitter with where the fire peaks out from beneath his lava rock exterior.
A split second later and Asta is lunging, teeth bared immediately for the first fyrhund’s throat with an echoed growl.
He pushes Dantalion away quickly, giving him a glare that’s a bit too feral and bloodthirsty when he says “you know, I’ve always wanted a taste of you.” And without giving a chance for the other Ancient to respond, Asta is shifting himself, changing into a fyrhund not unlike the others they’re about to get jumped on by, but one that nearly seems to glitter with where the fire peaks out from beneath his lava rock exterior.
A split second later and Asta is lunging, teeth bared immediately for the first fyrhund’s throat with an echoed growl.
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
