rais. yor. hanT

// you knew who I was //

"Would that we could do it all the time. Alas, the world has changed even since Asta and I were asleep. I can't imagine how you must feel," Danta says with a deep sigh. It's true that their little hunt on the outskirts of the Domiciles (it was a 'wolf attack' and that's all he's got to say about that) was deeply satisfying, and he shouldn't really need to sate his bloodlust again so soon, but what are Ancients if not overindulgent?

Humming an agreement about Astaroth - thoughtful is one of many words he might use to describe the taller man - Danta's eyes flick back down to Charlie, all but glittering with delight at the suggestion. "Oh, that would be good," he agrees with a grin. "And we can take all the good parts for ourselves."

A bear, unshifted. Feeling the low thrum of excitement at the prospect as well, Danta soon takes the lead as they head out of the Inner Quarter and towards the surrounding woodland. "I imagine any bear out here that isn't hibernating is probably very hungry," he remarks with a smile, before leaning down and reaching into his boot for a knife. "Maybe we can encourage one to find us?"

So saying, he draws the blade across the inside of his forearm enough for the tang of iron to spike the air, Danta smearing some of the crimson onto a nearby tree as they walk.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //