Dantalion
but you can't be free
Danta is busy enjoying the drip of the blood from the archway when Edmund's final suggestions come through, the Ancient standing directly beneath its highest point with droplets of crimson freckling his face at intervals. "Mm?" He turns, distracted, just in time to hear Zefira's song of her people. Scrunching his face, he's nonetheless impressed with her addition.
His own is less impressive; reaching up, Danta scores a shallow cut across his wrist using his horns, pressing it to an as of yet unstained patch of the arch. With a soft murmur of prayer to their mother, he presses his forehead against the construction, considering their work done.
His own is less impressive; reaching up, Danta scores a shallow cut across his wrist using his horns, pressing it to an as of yet unstained patch of the arch. With a soft murmur of prayer to their mother, he presses his forehead against the construction, considering their work done.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
