my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake
"Oh?" Danta grins, though Maea might find herself disappointed in their little strength contest, if for no other reason than it just isn't the Maverick's preferred way of fighting. Still, he indulges the impromptu wrestling match for a few moments, until it becomes clear that if he doesn't move, Maea is going to move him.
Rolling away using the momentum afforded to him by the pale woman's actions, Danta rolls on the stone and pauses on his knees, offering a fanged grin and holding his hands up to placate her. "I'll give it to you," he pants, "you'd do well in an ambush." There's clearly no hard feelings for whatever has just taken place, and Danta gets slowly to his feet to stretch.
"Maybe we should organise a tournament among the Ancients."
Rolling away using the momentum afforded to him by the pale woman's actions, Danta rolls on the stone and pauses on his knees, offering a fanged grin and holding his hands up to placate her. "I'll give it to you," he pants, "you'd do well in an ambush." There's clearly no hard feelings for whatever has just taken place, and Danta gets slowly to his feet to stretch.
"Maybe we should organise a tournament among the Ancients."
the maverick
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
