I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"Get your fucking own, Zef," is what Danta instinctively snaps as Edmund jauntily leaps down beside him - having been digging into the meaty, superheated flesh of a lial, he straightens with a bloody face and hands crimson up to the wrist, only to notice the little baby construction worker. And while his hackles are less raised, so to speak, at the sight of the young Ancient, his tail still lashes from side to side at the prospect of giving up his meal.
"Our lady mother gave you a quest?" Eyebrows raising, Danta crouches back down to finish his feast. "Tell me more," he invites, though Edmund will have to sit on a rock somewhere while Danta finishes up. Then maybe they'll talk, once he's heard the details. And not a second before.
"Our lady mother gave you a quest?" Eyebrows raising, Danta crouches back down to finish his feast. "Tell me more," he invites, though Edmund will have to sit on a rock somewhere while Danta finishes up. Then maybe they'll talk, once he's heard the details. And not a second before.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
