// you knew who I was //
Needing no reason to take full advantage of having a gods-damned portal between the Hollowed Grounds and The Climb, given that a certain gentleman butcher is off gallivanting once again, Danta has some extra time on his hands. And call him nostalgic for wanting to return to the place he'd called home for so long, but as he feels the rippling heat on the air and hears the rumble of magma cracking and oozing its way to the surface, it does feel quite peaceful.
As peaceful as it gets in The Climb, anyway.
Prowling along rocky outcrops and crags of volcanic rock, the Maverick doesn't bother to shift as he explores, preferring to feel each sharp handhold in his bare fingers, each whisper of ash on the wind against his bare arms. Dressed in something close to reasonable, even if the tank top he's pulled on has little in the way of a back and the leather of his pants leaves little to the imagination, he's nonetheless comfortable as he peers into a fissure, looking for any geodes or gemstones, or perhaps even the bejewelled eye of a rock slider to play with.
As peaceful as it gets in The Climb, anyway.
Prowling along rocky outcrops and crags of volcanic rock, the Maverick doesn't bother to shift as he explores, preferring to feel each sharp handhold in his bare fingers, each whisper of ash on the wind against his bare arms. Dressed in something close to reasonable, even if the tank top he's pulled on has little in the way of a back and the leather of his pants leaves little to the imagination, he's nonetheless comfortable as he peers into a fissure, looking for any geodes or gemstones, or perhaps even the bejewelled eye of a rock slider to play with.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
