electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
Raising his eyebrows in realisation, Danta nods slowly; it makes sense, when he considers the nature of what a cannibal is. "I suppose it's quite a niche food source, if you aren't operating out of a city," he muses, tilting his head. "For what it's worth, I think becoming an Ancient suits you. No one would be surprised if you said you were born one of us." And I won't correct them, he might have added, but he doesn't know if they're that friendly yet.
But perhaps Danta is wrong, based on the anger he can almost feel rolling out of Astaroth. "On the contrary," he says through a laugh, of Morax's motivations. "Have you ever been hungry, since you became an Ancient? I don't just mean oh I better go and hunt something. I mean hungry. Morax kept me that way because it made me more dangerous. And probably because she just enjoyed seeing me suffer."
Either way, out of his mind with bloodlust and void of rational thought, Danta has killed and flayed and eaten things he doesn't even remember, so long as it kept the gnawing ache at bay.
But perhaps Danta is wrong, based on the anger he can almost feel rolling out of Astaroth. "On the contrary," he says through a laugh, of Morax's motivations. "Have you ever been hungry, since you became an Ancient? I don't just mean oh I better go and hunt something. I mean hungry. Morax kept me that way because it made me more dangerous. And probably because she just enjoyed seeing me suffer."
Either way, out of his mind with bloodlust and void of rational thought, Danta has killed and flayed and eaten things he doesn't even remember, so long as it kept the gnawing ache at bay.
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
