Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"You turned her down?" Danta raises his eyebrows, and the expression of boyish disbelief is completely at odds with the blood staining his lips, face and chest. "Are you calling my workers ugly, Astaroth?" he wants to know, having the good grace to seem a little bit offended, flicking away the bones leftover from his snack and leaving the bag where it's fallen.
Rolling his shoulders enough to shrug out of his coat - all the better to stealth with, my dear - he deposits it on the ground as well before prowling after the taller man, cold eyes fixed on the path ahead. Knowing better than to voice any questions or observations so as not to frighten their prey, instead the Maverick finds himself hunkering closer to the ground as he pinpoints where the rustling has quietened.
And there, for a second, he spots her; a young doe, having just bent her head to nibble at the sparse grass around the Spire.
Rolling his shoulders enough to shrug out of his coat - all the better to stealth with, my dear - he deposits it on the ground as well before prowling after the taller man, cold eyes fixed on the path ahead. Knowing better than to voice any questions or observations so as not to frighten their prey, instead the Maverick finds himself hunkering closer to the ground as he pinpoints where the rustling has quietened.
And there, for a second, he spots her; a young doe, having just bent her head to nibble at the sparse grass around the Spire.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
