// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Yeah, well, I don't recall there being sheep around here either," Danta points out, as if the pyrina he so enjoys chasing aren't evidence of the fact that the Climb is no longer the place they'd grown up in (if the flora and fauna have anything to say about it, anyway). "Maybe they moved in to give the lial and lava wyrms something to hunt?" he suggests with a raise of his eyebrows, though evidently he hasn't accounted for the quality of the ferret's fur that has so caught Asta's eye.
Tilting his head, he can't deny that the silky smooth quality of the pelt would well suit a coat that the butcher would likely commission, but there's something about the ferret's eagerness to live - and willingness to bite the fuck out of the thing holding it hostage - that resonates with him, despite the urge to rip and tear that feels perpetually on the edge of his teeth. "Mm, I have no doubt," he agrees, "though perhaps you ought to set traps to catch as many as possible, if that's the case? This one seems very keen to keep its life."
Tilting his head, he can't deny that the silky smooth quality of the pelt would well suit a coat that the butcher would likely commission, but there's something about the ferret's eagerness to live - and willingness to bite the fuck out of the thing holding it hostage - that resonates with him, despite the urge to rip and tear that feels perpetually on the edge of his teeth. "Mm, I have no doubt," he agrees, "though perhaps you ought to set traps to catch as many as possible, if that's the case? This one seems very keen to keep its life."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
