// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Inhaling a full, deep breath as if he can fill himself to the brim on the presence of his goddess, whilst Danta had never really doubted her willingness to help create a room like the one he had in mind, to hear it out loud is another thing entirely. Smiling, drunk off the heat and dark silk of her voice, he hums a note of deep gratitude, of satisfaction at being able to go forth at Dygra's behest.
"I will see it done," he rumbles, his eyes slipping shut to bask in her presence. Not knowing how long he sits with his goddess or when the light and warmth recedes to leave him alone once more on his knees, Danta nevertheless says until he's certain Dygra's power has fled from his bones. Only then, and filled with a renewed purpose, does he rise to his feet and exit the shrine.
~FIN
"I will see it done," he rumbles, his eyes slipping shut to bask in her presence. Not knowing how long he sits with his goddess or when the light and warmth recedes to leave him alone once more on his knees, Danta nevertheless says until he's certain Dygra's power has fled from his bones. Only then, and filled with a renewed purpose, does he rise to his feet and exit the shrine.
~FIN
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
