Flapping nearby until it's clear that he's got a welcome seat at the table, Danta lets out another cry of "Meat!" and swoops down close to the tigress. Content to feast on whatever Maea leaves behind, his bloodied beak digging around in the pyrina's innards for especially tasty morsels, he remains long after she pads away to clean up until he's thoroughly satisfied that there aren't any remaining treasures within the carcass.
Where Maea might be expecting taunts or lectures, though, Danta only offers a pleased croak before shifting back into a shape with more limbs and opposable thumbs. "You are very good at that," he purrs, not having bothered to clean up and so still speckled and streaked with red. "Do you suppose we could take this wool with us? Never seen anything like it before." Fireproof sweaters for Ancients, anyone?
Where Maea might be expecting taunts or lectures, though, Danta only offers a pleased croak before shifting back into a shape with more limbs and opposable thumbs. "You are very good at that," he purrs, not having bothered to clean up and so still speckled and streaked with red. "Do you suppose we could take this wool with us? Never seen anything like it before." Fireproof sweaters for Ancients, anyone?
Dantalion
put your emptiness to melody, your awful heart to song
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
