// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Not completely," Danta rumbles, his back still to Deimos as he finishes off the void viper, raising an eyebrow at the additional fire that he recognises as not being his own, but welcoming it nonetheless. "There will still be one part left unprotected, so that will also need a chaos cluster. But it's a start." With a grim smile, he turns back to the Sword to fall into step once more, offering a roguish little bow both at the bout of laughter and the compliment.
"Alright - how many of these things do you think you'll need?" he asks, watching the collapsible cage emerge from the other man's bag with vague confusion, until some part of him recalls the properties of the Bag of Holding. "I ought to get one of those," he says, scoffing and peering up along the treeline.
Before long, there are further tell-tale signs of void vipers; flickers of purple in the branches, hanging innocuously (and therefore all the more ominously) in almost plain sight. Beneath, a few sorry skeletons of sparrows and mice.
"Alright - how many of these things do you think you'll need?" he asks, watching the collapsible cage emerge from the other man's bag with vague confusion, until some part of him recalls the properties of the Bag of Holding. "I ought to get one of those," he says, scoffing and peering up along the treeline.
Before long, there are further tell-tale signs of void vipers; flickers of purple in the branches, hanging innocuously (and therefore all the more ominously) in almost plain sight. Beneath, a few sorry skeletons of sparrows and mice.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
