in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"It's too cold right now to make deer jerky, isn't it?" Danta reasons, his voice also carrying enough for those walking up ahead to hear. And he's more than pleased to realise it's also a couple of Ancients, and so whilst the nature of the hunt is still best kept a secret, their being covered head to toe in blood is likely less alarming than it would be to any other race.
"It beats the trophies I got earlier. Mouse tails aren't quite as regal." Again, also true, and he offers a nod to the couple as they pass by, one that's easily returned, allowing them to go on their way. "I hate deer jerky, by the by," the Maverick adds through a chuckle once they're out of earshot, the performance a success and the antlers doing their job.
It doesn't take too long after that to get back to The Last Whisper, though it's pitch black and snowing by that point, and Danta buttons his coat not just to cover most of the blood, but so as not to alarm the patrons of the Dusklight either.
"It beats the trophies I got earlier. Mouse tails aren't quite as regal." Again, also true, and he offers a nod to the couple as they pass by, one that's easily returned, allowing them to go on their way. "I hate deer jerky, by the by," the Maverick adds through a chuckle once they're out of earshot, the performance a success and the antlers doing their job.
It doesn't take too long after that to get back to The Last Whisper, though it's pitch black and snowing by that point, and Danta buttons his coat not just to cover most of the blood, but so as not to alarm the patrons of the Dusklight either.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
