we're born at night, so much of our life
It's the first time that Danta has properly seen Asta's feirw shift in action, and he trills a welcome little note to see his lover exchange his usual black obsidian horns for fiery antlers. The beat of his hooves upon the earth carry up towards the crow as he freewheels overhead, and as the butcher's head lowers and he charges, little more than a flickering streak across the darkening plains, the Maverick takes sheer delight in following.
Tucking his wings in close to arrow into a dive, he gains enough speed to bring himself beside Asta before he lets his feathers catch him, lifting enough that he can swoop over the feirw's head. Letting out another croak of greeting, this time it's laced with a similar challenge, a playful race me, then.
Tucking his wings in close to arrow into a dive, he gains enough speed to bring himself beside Asta before he lets his feathers catch him, lifting enough that he can swoop over the feirw's head. Letting out another croak of greeting, this time it's laced with a similar challenge, a playful race me, then.
Dantalion
is just carvin' through the dark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
