// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
This isn't the first time Danta has found a lonely little soul in the far reaches of the Climb. It isn't even the third time, believe it or not, but these days he's more cautious when it comes to instantly offering his assistance. You never know who you might find up here, and he's not in the mood for old ghosts to start haunting his present paradise.
Having come to hunt (a necessity) and to hassle some of the pyrina (a hobby) whilst a downpour plagues the Hollowed Grounds, this is an unexpected surprise to say the least. Only time will tell if it's a pleasant one.
The Maverick hauls himself up to perch on a flat expanse of stone before the statue of the Ancient, wondering if it - she, he realises - has been up here all this time, lost and unnoticed, or if the ever shifting landscape has revealed her like a geode cracking to reveal the crystal within. Dressed today in a pair of dark pants, steel-capped boots and some burgundy thing that desperately wants to be a shirt, but seems to be lacking a back, he's a very casual welcome wagon as he tilts his head and inches closer to see if he recognises her.
He doesn't.
Good.
"I guess this is your lucky day," he chirps to the statue, conjuring a ribbon of flame into his hands and blowing on it dramatically, willing it to swallow up the body of stone and thaw it out.
Having come to hunt (a necessity) and to hassle some of the pyrina (a hobby) whilst a downpour plagues the Hollowed Grounds, this is an unexpected surprise to say the least. Only time will tell if it's a pleasant one.
The Maverick hauls himself up to perch on a flat expanse of stone before the statue of the Ancient, wondering if it - she, he realises - has been up here all this time, lost and unnoticed, or if the ever shifting landscape has revealed her like a geode cracking to reveal the crystal within. Dressed today in a pair of dark pants, steel-capped boots and some burgundy thing that desperately wants to be a shirt, but seems to be lacking a back, he's a very casual welcome wagon as he tilts his head and inches closer to see if he recognises her.
He doesn't.
Good.
"I guess this is your lucky day," he chirps to the statue, conjuring a ribbon of flame into his hands and blowing on it dramatically, willing it to swallow up the body of stone and thaw it out.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
