// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
Danta doesn't wait for any further warning croaks before his wings spread and he caws out his own challenge, feathers ruffled and ready for a fight. It's one the murder of settled gore crows is happy to provide, of course - Danta has counted on it, in fact. As fledglings and fully grown corvids start to amass around him, some swooping at his little form, others trying to peck at his flight feathers, the Maverick waits for them to get uncomfortably close - close enough to draw blood on him, certainly - before exchanging one shift for another.
And a lyvern is a good deal larger and more difficult to attack than a gore crow, Danta's maw parting to let out a shrieking roar that has them scattering to the skies. He snaps after them, prowling around the top of the ridge a few times to make sure they're well aware of his presence, before finally returning to his usually charming self. Clearing his throat and brushing off his clothes, he's wiping a thin stream of blood from his cheek as he moves to kneel in front of Asta, reaching with his free hand to touch the butcher's knee.
"Alright. I think I've made my point now," he says softly, smiling to the other man.
And a lyvern is a good deal larger and more difficult to attack than a gore crow, Danta's maw parting to let out a shrieking roar that has them scattering to the skies. He snaps after them, prowling around the top of the ridge a few times to make sure they're well aware of his presence, before finally returning to his usually charming self. Clearing his throat and brushing off his clothes, he's wiping a thin stream of blood from his cheek as he moves to kneel in front of Asta, reaching with his free hand to touch the butcher's knee.
"Alright. I think I've made my point now," he says softly, smiling to the other man.
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
