"Oh, but I like them all best," Danta almost whines, a chaotic and eager glint in his cold eyes as he gazes over the herd of... well, of sheep that apparently inhabit the Climb now. And it's as delightful as it is confusing, and he's not about to say no to a free meal like this. And so as Maea becomes a large feline beside him, Danta clads himself once more in dark feathers and darker intentions, taking to the sky.
His immediate circling doesn't really bother the pyrina (for this is what he'll learn they are called in the coming days), because one gore crow isn't really a threat, but already he seems to be gliding towards one of the creatures that has separated from the pack; a decision that will ultimately turn out to be its downfall, as it so happens.
His immediate circling doesn't really bother the pyrina (for this is what he'll learn they are called in the coming days), because one gore crow isn't really a threat, but already he seems to be gliding towards one of the creatures that has separated from the pack; a decision that will ultimately turn out to be its downfall, as it so happens.
Dantalion
put your emptiness to melody, your awful heart to song
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
