you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Smiling smugly as the butcher clasps his jaw and offers him the cane, Danta of course accepts, and he's already turning to stroll back towards Thalassa's home with the weapon propped on one shoulder when Asta completes his shift. More than content for the fyrhund to trot behind them with their prize in tow, he offers a fiendish smile towards Thal. "Don't threaten me with a good time," he purrs, before falling into a comfortable silence for her to lead them back home.
Heading upstairs and raising his eyebrows in visible interest - Danta has never been on a real ship, in truth, and the nautical tools in particular pique his curiosity - he eventually focuses on the fireplace. Using his magic, he lets it roar to life and fill the room with the sort of warmth that would be uncomfortable for anyone not of the Ancient persuasion.
By the time that's done, the badger has been situated and he's being offered a very lovely glass of whiskey decorated with a blood rim. "My compliments to the hostess," he says, tipping a wink to Thal before taking a grateful sip of the alcohol and turning to tear into the fresh meat. He's never eaten a purple badger before, but he's far from complaining.
Heading upstairs and raising his eyebrows in visible interest - Danta has never been on a real ship, in truth, and the nautical tools in particular pique his curiosity - he eventually focuses on the fireplace. Using his magic, he lets it roar to life and fill the room with the sort of warmth that would be uncomfortable for anyone not of the Ancient persuasion.
By the time that's done, the badger has been situated and he's being offered a very lovely glass of whiskey decorated with a blood rim. "My compliments to the hostess," he says, tipping a wink to Thal before taking a grateful sip of the alcohol and turning to tear into the fresh meat. He's never eaten a purple badger before, but he's far from complaining.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
