I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
Glancing around at the flash of movement, Danta's smile is filled with its usual pomp and charm, and he lets out a deep sigh that's as content as it is lamenting. "I suppose we'll have to occupy our time here with something else for a bit, then," he says, rising to his feet over the jaguar and gazing down at it, tilting his head. "Shame," he says. "They really are beautiful, close up."
Nodding at the half stripped pelt, not to mention the claws and fangs and other potential valuables on the creature, Danta glances to his guildmistress (and ooh, he likes that) questioningly. "Anything worth taking from it?" he wants to know. "What are you doing out here, anyway?"
Nodding at the half stripped pelt, not to mention the claws and fangs and other potential valuables on the creature, Danta glances to his guildmistress (and ooh, he likes that) questioningly. "Anything worth taking from it?" he wants to know. "What are you doing out here, anyway?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
