in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
A little flushed from the effort of shifting and with the adrenaline of the kill still singing in his veins, Danta can do little more than huff out a soft laugh in response to Asta, having no choice but to accept his casual rebuttal. The knife flashes expertly in his hands and the hide begins to part from the deer carcass, and in that moment he can fully appreciate while they call the other man the butcher. Breathing in deep the scent of blood and viscera, as Asta finally bends to the rich, raw flesh and muscle, Danta joins him.
Ripping and tearing and filling the air with the sharp crack of bone, Danta doesn't know quite when his bloodlust kindles into a different sort of craving. All he knows is that at some point, lifting his gaze from the mess of crimson and fur, he's reaching out to try and grab the front of Asta's shirt in a bloody fist; whether he drags himself across the carcass to pin the butcher down, or draws the other man atop him, Danta doesn't much care. As long as he gets to taste the blood hot against the other man's mouth, the how of it can wait.
Ripping and tearing and filling the air with the sharp crack of bone, Danta doesn't know quite when his bloodlust kindles into a different sort of craving. All he knows is that at some point, lifting his gaze from the mess of crimson and fur, he's reaching out to try and grab the front of Asta's shirt in a bloody fist; whether he drags himself across the carcass to pin the butcher down, or draws the other man atop him, Danta doesn't much care. As long as he gets to taste the blood hot against the other man's mouth, the how of it can wait.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
