I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
Tanau doesn't have a shrine, per say, so Danta has decided to leave the offering for the Longheat deity wherever he pleases in the Climb. And call him a fucking mama's boy particular, but he doesn't feel comfortable giving an offering anywhere near the Obsidian Cathedral. So here they are, out in Angel's End, the Ancient stifling a yawn behind his hand as he searches for a suitably pretty lip of rock to decorate.
"I guess if Dygra is happy for us to praise the fire kid, I shouldn't complain," he mutters - he will, though. Up ahead, a jut of black and shining crust looks promising, and he approaches while shrugging the bag from his shoulder. "Not that I've ever even seen him."
"I guess if Dygra is happy for us to praise the fire kid, I shouldn't complain," he mutters - he will, though. Up ahead, a jut of black and shining crust looks promising, and he approaches while shrugging the bag from his shoulder. "Not that I've ever even seen him."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
