// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Her suspicion and silence are met with raised brows, though there doesn't exist a reality in which Danta can't fill an awkward silence. "And you are...?" He prompts her easily, a hand curling through the air as if to help encourage her to finish the question with her name. He steps aside for her - not just to let her see the aforementioned view, but also to provide a way out if that's what would really tickle her pickle. He knows what it is to be cornered, and it's the sort of feeling that quickly puts blood on his teeth.
"Is this... it?" He repeats, the words spoken through an airy laugh. "Were you expecting something different? What's the last thing you remember?" As for the status of the world and the people in it, that really does have a laugh rumbling up in his throat, Danta scrunching his nose and shaking his head. "Gods, no," he tells her.
"All Ancients originally come from The Climb - that's you and me, in case your memory is a bit spooky there," he explains, tilting a head crowned with crystalline horns and lashing his tail for good measure. "But I lead another region - a place called The Hollowed Grounds. There's a portal from here right to the Grounds, if you'd prefer to be a bit more comfortable. Speaking of which - here."
Dragging his excuse for a shirt over his head - he's tall enough that it ought to cover her modesty if she gives enough of a shit about it - to reveal pale skin marked with silvery scars, he offers it out for her to wear. "Not that I'm not enjoying the view, but it'll be cold in the Grounds if you do decide to come."
"Is this... it?" He repeats, the words spoken through an airy laugh. "Were you expecting something different? What's the last thing you remember?" As for the status of the world and the people in it, that really does have a laugh rumbling up in his throat, Danta scrunching his nose and shaking his head. "Gods, no," he tells her.
"All Ancients originally come from The Climb - that's you and me, in case your memory is a bit spooky there," he explains, tilting a head crowned with crystalline horns and lashing his tail for good measure. "But I lead another region - a place called The Hollowed Grounds. There's a portal from here right to the Grounds, if you'd prefer to be a bit more comfortable. Speaking of which - here."
Dragging his excuse for a shirt over his head - he's tall enough that it ought to cover her modesty if she gives enough of a shit about it - to reveal pale skin marked with silvery scars, he offers it out for her to wear. "Not that I'm not enjoying the view, but it'll be cold in the Grounds if you do decide to come."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
