// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Danta hears it, alright. More than that, though, he feels it, he feels her in a way that seems ancient in its own right. It has been years, but truly it has been so much longer than that, since he was last able to sit before his lady in her true splendor, to see her lips move and worship in her physical presence. Inhaling deeply of the scent of iron in the air, his mouth watering, his eyes blink open without fear or trepidation to behold the broodmother of his race.
"Yes," he agrees, voice soft but clear enough to be heard. "The void has begun to encroach upon the Hollowed Grounds - the place where many of your children gather to call home. The Inner Quarter is protected, but blood has been spilled outside its borders." His lips twitch towards a snarl, tail sweeping across the blood drenched stone behind him.
"I ask if anything can be done - anything from you, dark lady? Not roses or lilies from lesser gods, but from the pit of your fires, from your hands directly."
"Yes," he agrees, voice soft but clear enough to be heard. "The void has begun to encroach upon the Hollowed Grounds - the place where many of your children gather to call home. The Inner Quarter is protected, but blood has been spilled outside its borders." His lips twitch towards a snarl, tail sweeping across the blood drenched stone behind him.
"I ask if anything can be done - anything from you, dark lady? Not roses or lilies from lesser gods, but from the pit of your fires, from your hands directly."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
