Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Glancing sharply around, both at the snap of teeth and the thok of the blade in the wooden door, Danta can do little more than snort and grin at the other man. "One of these days maybe you'll actually nip me," he drawls, before turning away again to head out into the chill breeze and cool sunshine. Of course, that's about when a still-warm, bloody doe pelt is draped around his shoulders, wet side down, and the Maverick's exclamation of shock and surprise can hardly be hidden.
"Deer isn't really my colour," he grumbles, grabbing the pelt and, fine, carrying it, but not before he goes to collect up his coat as well. He's grateful that there's really no one out here around The Spire, else they'd have to come up with a pretty creative explanation for the state of the two of them.
"There should be a stream up that way." He nods back towards the Glade, already feeling his skin grow sticky in the air as the blood begins to dry. "Let's go."
"Deer isn't really my colour," he grumbles, grabbing the pelt and, fine, carrying it, but not before he goes to collect up his coat as well. He's grateful that there's really no one out here around The Spire, else they'd have to come up with a pretty creative explanation for the state of the two of them.
"There should be a stream up that way." He nods back towards the Glade, already feeling his skin grow sticky in the air as the blood begins to dry. "Let's go."
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
