// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
Fine, she says, repeating his own words back to him, and it's enough for Danta to let out a scoff of dark laughter, the Maverick waiting another couple of seconds for good measure before releasing her and sitting himself back on his knees. "It'd always be a shame to have to kill a fellow Ancient, so I'm glad we could find a compromise," he drawls, though the honey in his words is roughened by pain and exertion, and he rakes bloody hair out of his face and behind his horns before reaching out to grab the still, feathered corpse of the ramphire.
"I'm Danta," he introduces, easy as you like, dragging the ramphire between them and gesturing for her to continue going for its throat, since that part has already been somewhat savaged by her teeth. The Maverick, for his part, tears into the creature's flank, and the iron tang of blood fills the air a second time.
"I'm Danta," he introduces, easy as you like, dragging the ramphire between them and gesturing for her to continue going for its throat, since that part has already been somewhat savaged by her teeth. The Maverick, for his part, tears into the creature's flank, and the iron tang of blood fills the air a second time.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
