// I wish I had a reason //
The reasoning bleeds away under a new set of instincts and an old, old fury - whatever Maea has said or hasn't said, whatever justifications either of them have made to get to this point, now it's just the thunder of blood in his ears and the way his teeth and claws want to sink into something. They clash in a blur of stripes and guttural roars, birds fleeing the branches that cage them overhead, and though Danta goes down, he doesn't intend to stay there.
It's true that he's stronger - much stronger than the last time they'd so much as mock-fought one another - but if there's anything the Maverick has learned from becoming stone and being brought back out of it, it's to always expect to be the underdog. (And he was one to begin with, so it's not as if the habit is unfamiliar). Twisting, lithe and powerful in this form that none of his others can manage, discounting the last resort he keeps tucked away, he aims to roll them, to pin Maea down instead, a large paw lifting to swipe at her for good measure.
It's true that he's stronger - much stronger than the last time they'd so much as mock-fought one another - but if there's anything the Maverick has learned from becoming stone and being brought back out of it, it's to always expect to be the underdog. (And he was one to begin with, so it's not as if the habit is unfamiliar). Twisting, lithe and powerful in this form that none of his others can manage, discounting the last resort he keeps tucked away, he aims to roll them, to pin Maea down instead, a large paw lifting to swipe at her for good measure.
Dantalion
// my flaws are open season //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
