in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
One might have expected Danta to wait and shift as well, but in truth, the Maverick doesn't yet have any larger predatory shifts to rely upon. There's no lial in his blood, no fyrhund, no tiger, and a lava wyrm doesn't really have the same oomph. Granted, perhaps that's also where he differs from a great deal of his kin, because Danta quite enjoys his kills with his own bare hands.
Well. Hands and blades, if he's brutally honest about it, as the beer-bellied scout will soon find out. The man might think he's just run into a sharp branch as he runs, at first, though he'll soon be corrected by the sudden dark gush of blood and guts onto the snow. He staggers with a gurgled sort of groan, and as he goes down Danta steps out, licking the blood from the knife he slips back into his boot. "Have at it," he growls softly to Astaroth - they need to make it look believable, after all.
"But don't kill him. I want that."
Well. Hands and blades, if he's brutally honest about it, as the beer-bellied scout will soon find out. The man might think he's just run into a sharp branch as he runs, at first, though he'll soon be corrected by the sudden dark gush of blood and guts onto the snow. He staggers with a gurgled sort of groan, and as he goes down Danta steps out, licking the blood from the knife he slips back into his boot. "Have at it," he growls softly to Astaroth - they need to make it look believable, after all.
"But don't kill him. I want that."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
