Stop? It isn't often that Danta even considers heeding the command of another, especially when it tells him to quit doing whatever it is he's doing, but he does pause with a dark ruby in his beak to gaze up at Maea circling overhead. In moments, where a ball of dark feathers once stood, a man crouches, the gemstone held in his fist to examine properly later. "What for?" he calls to Maea, tilting his head and rising slowly to his feet to brush the ash from his knees.
He can only assume she's found something worth hunting - which, if that's the case, hopefully she can give him direction. And if it's something else, it would probably be a good idea to discuss it with vocal chords properly capable of holding a conversation, rather than crowing to one another. Such are the downsides of not being a full Attuned.
He can only assume she's found something worth hunting - which, if that's the case, hopefully she can give him direction. And if it's something else, it would probably be a good idea to discuss it with vocal chords properly capable of holding a conversation, rather than crowing to one another. Such are the downsides of not being a full Attuned.
Dantalion
put your emptiness to melody, your awful heart to song
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
