idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Danta holds a fondness in his heart for his fellow Ancients, but especially those who also defer to his easy-peasy-squeezy-lemons approach to work. And thus, the idea of catching void spiders in a populated part of the Grounds with free access to food and alcohol has been given his stamp of approval and then some; he strolls beside Ophelia with a sprig of peppermint bark between his teeth, though he isn't enjoying it all that much.
"What kind of hungry?" he asks, clearly wondering whether it's a tearing into living flesh sort of problem, or if an apple will do. "And spiders don't have much blood, no. You'd need a handful of them just to take the edge off." Wrinkling his nose, the anecdote is clearly personal, and Danta isn't keen to repeat the experience.
"What kind of hungry?" he asks, clearly wondering whether it's a tearing into living flesh sort of problem, or if an apple will do. "And spiders don't have much blood, no. You'd need a handful of them just to take the edge off." Wrinkling his nose, the anecdote is clearly personal, and Danta isn't keen to repeat the experience.
Dantalion
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
