Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Danta counts himself as a ground creature, at least when it comes to Astaroth and his capital L Listening, though his fellow Ancient will likely be able to distinguish his footsteps from the likes of any hooved prey. He'd received the note and is more than happy to join the other man on this little jaunt - no gore crows or other corvids in sight either, with any luck.
It's the Maverick's turn this time to arrive shirtless, though the same ruddy leather flaps at the backs of his legs and sits against his shoulders like a second skin; he remembers exploring Torchline like this, only weeks after he'd finally come down from The Climb. Granted, there was no Spire there. No Astaroth either, and as he spots him across the way, he offers little more than a lazy salute.
Whether Danta actually needs to hunt or not is irrelevant. He takes every opportunity that comes to him - usually - and so the offer was always going to be taken up. "Found yourself a new place to live, huh?" He smirks, indicating the obsidian obelisk at their backs.
It's the Maverick's turn this time to arrive shirtless, though the same ruddy leather flaps at the backs of his legs and sits against his shoulders like a second skin; he remembers exploring Torchline like this, only weeks after he'd finally come down from The Climb. Granted, there was no Spire there. No Astaroth either, and as he spots him across the way, he offers little more than a lazy salute.
Whether Danta actually needs to hunt or not is irrelevant. He takes every opportunity that comes to him - usually - and so the offer was always going to be taken up. "Found yourself a new place to live, huh?" He smirks, indicating the obsidian obelisk at their backs.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
