in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Whichever, indeed. Hunt. It's a hunt, shut your mouth.
Eager to hear the full story but equally happy to leave it for now if it means they get to their own prey quicker, Danta falls into step behind Asta in a reversal of roles, acting as the butcher's shadow as they slip away from the main streets and into the dark.
"A wolf attack wouldn't be unheard of," he whispers back, careful not to step on any undergrowth or ice that would make too much noice. In the middle of Deepfrost and on the outskirts of the Domiciles, where food and people are likely to be? A perfect crime, one might say.
"That sounds good to me. Make sure you leave a nice amount of prints around, too, in case anyone comes sniffing," he suggests. And once they're finally out far enough, Danta starts to slow his steps, his blue eyes dark with hunger and the need for violence. "I'll be here," he decides.
Eager to hear the full story but equally happy to leave it for now if it means they get to their own prey quicker, Danta falls into step behind Asta in a reversal of roles, acting as the butcher's shadow as they slip away from the main streets and into the dark.
"A wolf attack wouldn't be unheard of," he whispers back, careful not to step on any undergrowth or ice that would make too much noice. In the middle of Deepfrost and on the outskirts of the Domiciles, where food and people are likely to be? A perfect crime, one might say.
"That sounds good to me. Make sure you leave a nice amount of prints around, too, in case anyone comes sniffing," he suggests. And once they're finally out far enough, Danta starts to slow his steps, his blue eyes dark with hunger and the need for violence. "I'll be here," he decides.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
