my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake
"Something like that," Danta says with a crooked smile over his shoulder at Maea as she approaches, the Maverick flexing his gloved hands against the flames dancing within the fireplace. And let it never be said that there aren't a few braincells floating around in his mind, and that they don't occasionally collide with ideas, because by approaching him, Maea is exactly where he wants her.
Turning slightly towards the other Ancient, it's with a long leg sweeping out that he attempts to take her feet from beneath her entirely, hands raised in loose fists and his smile as dark and devilish as any who was born and bred in the Climb. It doesn't matter, of course, whether he's successful (though that would be a plus) - it's just an easy way to let the games begin.
Turning slightly towards the other Ancient, it's with a long leg sweeping out that he attempts to take her feet from beneath her entirely, hands raised in loose fists and his smile as dark and devilish as any who was born and bred in the Climb. It doesn't matter, of course, whether he's successful (though that would be a plus) - it's just an easy way to let the games begin.
the maverick
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
