Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
What, you might ask, causes the Theocrat of the Hollowed Grounds to be out in the middle of the desert at Leafchange, alone and seemingly without any supplies on hand? The answer, as you might expect, is shitfuckery. What had started as a general sweep over the Greatwood on the wings of a gore crow (he'd heard some shenanigans had happened there and that the void had vacated the forest) had turned into curiosity toward the north, where the thermals seemed toastier.
And upon arriving to scrubland and sand and blessed, shimmering heat, Danta had shifted back onto two legs to properly enjoy it. That, of course, is when he'd first spotted the gourd. Having seen them before - having preyed on one in truth - it takes a second, but he's sure that this one seems the same but different. Maybe it's the weird hovering in place. Or the glowing eyes. Or the writhing shadows that seem to be spiralling out from it.
Either way, colour Danta intrigued.
And upon arriving to scrubland and sand and blessed, shimmering heat, Danta had shifted back onto two legs to properly enjoy it. That, of course, is when he'd first spotted the gourd. Having seen them before - having preyed on one in truth - it takes a second, but he's sure that this one seems the same but different. Maybe it's the weird hovering in place. Or the glowing eyes. Or the writhing shadows that seem to be spiralling out from it.
Either way, colour Danta intrigued.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
