...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again
It's the former, as it happens, and isn't that lucky for everyone involved. (Except Belial, sorry Belial). Wafting dust from the dry soil away from his face as he straightens up, Danta beams towards Deimos and sketches a roguish little bow, and though he's also littered with a few torn leaves and flowers and his hair is wind-tossed, the Maverick seems cheerful enough.
"You are too kind," he tells the Sword. "Bit harder to manoeuvre than a crow, but I think I'm starting to understand the mechanics." And he's sticking the landing more times than not too, so those are all positive signs.
Rolling his shoulders as if he can still sense the wings itching beneath his skin, Danta turns abruptly as if trying to figure out if the sound he'd heard is still warbling out across Mourn. "Did you hear something a few seconds ago?" he wonders. "It sounded real unhappy."
"You are too kind," he tells the Sword. "Bit harder to manoeuvre than a crow, but I think I'm starting to understand the mechanics." And he's sticking the landing more times than not too, so those are all positive signs.
Rolling his shoulders as if he can still sense the wings itching beneath his skin, Danta turns abruptly as if trying to figure out if the sound he'd heard is still warbling out across Mourn. "Did you hear something a few seconds ago?" he wonders. "It sounded real unhappy."
Dantalion
i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
