// i am the righteous hand of god //
Jaws with jagged canine teeth clasp around the molten tiger’s scruff, pinning her and allowing himself a moment to see if she did intend on retaliating. But, as it stands, the game is done and it seems she’s conceding. Releasing her so as to not overstay the current space within the confines of her neck, the fyrhund steps away, feet burning marks into the snow as he drifts over to the bonfire and brushes up against the flame, warming himself up briefly, before he steps far enough away he won’t light his clothes on fire when he shifts back.
Once he’s standing before her again, he offers a deep bow and a grin. “What a lovely spar that was. Thank you, my dear.” He hums, drawing back up to his full height as he collects his cane and his dagger, as well as the chakrams of hers that had fallen in the snow, handing them to her. “Would you like to join me at the Dusklight for a drink to warm up our bones?”
Once he’s standing before her again, he offers a deep bow and a grin. “What a lovely spar that was. Thank you, my dear.” He hums, drawing back up to his full height as he collects his cane and his dagger, as well as the chakrams of hers that had fallen in the snow, handing them to her. “Would you like to join me at the Dusklight for a drink to warm up our bones?”
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
