electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Edmund - one of the new Ancients - talked about making this place back into something again, once. I wonder how it's going." He'd done a few things, if Danta remembers correctly, but the young man seemed to have settled into life in the Hollowed Grounds as of late. (Danta isn't complaining for obvious reasons).
"Much as I know this is Dygra's home, though..." Scowling and continuing to walk as Asta pauses at his seat, he shakes his head. "The change was necessary. I like to think she'd approve."
Finding his own seat - tucked at the back, of course, so it would be easy to haul him away once any rites or rituals had finished - Danta sits himself down and grins into his lap. "Yeah, there it is." It's not really writing per say, but the marks in the obsidian beneath him are recognisable enough.
"Much as I know this is Dygra's home, though..." Scowling and continuing to walk as Asta pauses at his seat, he shakes his head. "The change was necessary. I like to think she'd approve."
Finding his own seat - tucked at the back, of course, so it would be easy to haul him away once any rites or rituals had finished - Danta sits himself down and grins into his lap. "Yeah, there it is." It's not really writing per say, but the marks in the obsidian beneath him are recognisable enough.
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
