we're born at night, so much of our life
Danta is unashamedly lucky far above the butcher - he expends very little energy whilst gliding, and if the other man had a flighted shift as well, perhaps they might have been able to continue onward until the Inner Quarter was in sight. Alas, given that it isn't the case (and he still doesn't like the idea of Asta riding him as a dragon with nothing but hopes and dreams to hold on with), as the sound from far below reaches him, Danta glances down with beady eyes in time to track the feirw's diversion into the woods.
Plummeting into a smooth dive and catching himself on a few quick beats of his wings, the Maverick darts through the trees and hops, in some areas, from branch to branch, until he finds his lover getting comfortable. Cawing to him, he flutters down to the ground to investigate for a few moments, before taking himself up onto the low bough of a tree hanging overhead.
Chirping the equivalent of a goodnight, Danta is content to tuck his head beneath his wing and snooze, either until Asta is ready to move again, or until the sun rises.
~FIN
Plummeting into a smooth dive and catching himself on a few quick beats of his wings, the Maverick darts through the trees and hops, in some areas, from branch to branch, until he finds his lover getting comfortable. Cawing to him, he flutters down to the ground to investigate for a few moments, before taking himself up onto the low bough of a tree hanging overhead.
Chirping the equivalent of a goodnight, Danta is content to tuck his head beneath his wing and snooze, either until Asta is ready to move again, or until the sun rises.
~FIN
Dantalion
is just carvin' through the dark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
