I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
There's still blood all over his face and under his fingernails, but this is as good as it's going to get with Danta for the time being, and he's about to set off dutifully towards Frey's Breath when the roar definitely doesn't make him jump out of his skin. He doesn't have time to finish baring his teeth instinctually at the Black Dragon that isn't even there when, all at once, a skittery little figure makes their appearance.
Running his tongue across his fangs, Danta is not nearly as eager to please as Edmund, and he regards the newcomer with a furrowed brow and folded arms. "What's in it for us?" he calls, a still-sticky hand reaching out to grip the younger Ancient's shoulder, as if to stop him running off to be helpful.
Running his tongue across his fangs, Danta is not nearly as eager to please as Edmund, and he regards the newcomer with a furrowed brow and folded arms. "What's in it for us?" he calls, a still-sticky hand reaching out to grip the younger Ancient's shoulder, as if to stop him running off to be helpful.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
