// i am the righteous hand of god //
It’s a good thing he’s wearing one of his least favorite shirts today, given how before he shifts the molten metal burns holes through the fabric. At least it’s warm, though, and he has that to thank as he finally shifts into his fyrhund shift, an almost hyena like canine laugh sparking from him as he spits out the pale fur from where he’d landed a nip.
And gods, with the yowl that leaves her, one would think he might actively be trying to kill her. So much so, in fact that it sparks a group of other trainees at the barracks to come and watch the show.
Astaroth worries little for them, however, because he’s focused too intensely on ensuring her claws don’t remove his intestines when she kicks at him. It’s with a blunt pressure against his chest that the fyrhund uses that to scramble up to his feet, utilizing his tense muscles despite the snow to launch at her with a puff of flame from his mouth and jaws parted to try and nip at the scruff of her neck — once again not aiming to harm, but to render her pinned.
And gods, with the yowl that leaves her, one would think he might actively be trying to kill her. So much so, in fact that it sparks a group of other trainees at the barracks to come and watch the show.
Astaroth worries little for them, however, because he’s focused too intensely on ensuring her claws don’t remove his intestines when she kicks at him. It’s with a blunt pressure against his chest that the fyrhund uses that to scramble up to his feet, utilizing his tense muscles despite the snow to launch at her with a puff of flame from his mouth and jaws parted to try and nip at the scruff of her neck — once again not aiming to harm, but to render her pinned.
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
