Dantalion
but you can't be free
"You know I will," Danta drawls, grinning over his shoulder to both of them - and perhaps letting his gaze linger on Asta for a second or two as if asking if perhaps now is a good time to do some real talking (it won't be, as it happens, but whatever) before he departs into the trees. Only once he's shielded enough by the canopy of leaves and branches does he shift into dark feathers, spreading large wings to take to the air.
Carrying himself a distance up the beach - there'd be no reason to have two caches so close together, he thinks - before swooping back to the sand, the Maverick (naturally) gets distracted for a bit by some shiny stuff on the shoreline - some seaglass, a broken pocketwatch, and his favourite, foil - it's admittedly a long few minutes before he even remembers what he's doing out here.
Shifting back and dusting himself off, he clears his throat and returns to his search like nothing has happened, trying to catch sight of another tree trunk with a mark on it.
Danta fucks about as a crow and then scouts!
Carrying himself a distance up the beach - there'd be no reason to have two caches so close together, he thinks - before swooping back to the sand, the Maverick (naturally) gets distracted for a bit by some shiny stuff on the shoreline - some seaglass, a broken pocketwatch, and his favourite, foil - it's admittedly a long few minutes before he even remembers what he's doing out here.
Shifting back and dusting himself off, he clears his throat and returns to his search like nothing has happened, trying to catch sight of another tree trunk with a mark on it.
Danta fucks about as a crow and then scouts!
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
