// I wish I had a reason //
Danta's lip curls - he hadn't expected to feel so oily after this, standing over the bloodied Ancient and hearing her thank him for it. It's true that there's some wicked part of him that relishes this, something dark and bone deep that has never had such power before to abuse it, but gods, it's not as satisfying now that they've traded fur and claws for human sensibilities.
Huffing out a few more breaths and touching his good hand to the torn arm as if to test it for breaks, eventually he grumbles and steps back away from her. "Goodbye, Maea," he mutters - because neither of them ought to have expected Danta to reach out any sort of olive branch here.
And so, with the song of the Crimson Cataract gurgling in the background, the Maverick leaves her to lick her wounds, limping back off into the forest.
In the distance, a pack of wolves begins to howl.
~FIN
Huffing out a few more breaths and touching his good hand to the torn arm as if to test it for breaks, eventually he grumbles and steps back away from her. "Goodbye, Maea," he mutters - because neither of them ought to have expected Danta to reach out any sort of olive branch here.
And so, with the song of the Crimson Cataract gurgling in the background, the Maverick leaves her to lick her wounds, limping back off into the forest.
In the distance, a pack of wolves begins to howl.
~FIN
Dantalion
// my flaws are open season //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
