// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"A pleasure, Zairah," Danta says breezily, resting a hand in one of his pockets and rolling his shoulders as the warm air kisses his now bare skin. Her remark about the sort of man he seems to be is met with a broad fanged grin and a dip of his head. "Why thank you," he croons. "I really am, honestly. But nobody wanted the Grounds, and I did not want this place, so here we are." He shrugs. If it helps - as she'll soon find out should she accompany him - he's not a particularly conventional leader to say the least.
Staying put as she approaches the cave mouth, his shirt draped about her enough to cover the important parts, Danta scoffs his agreement. "You can say that again," he drawls - good, he means - and with a flick of his tail, he steps up to join her in gazing over the fiery landscape. "Don't get me wrong, this will always be the place I was born, but gods if there isn't so much more out there." More and better, honestly.
"Oh, you aren't the first I've woken with fire," he adds easily enough, cool blues flashing sidelong towards her. "I was stone for centuries up until a few years ago when our great lady goddess awoke. Since then, if I come across a fellow brother or sister, it only seems right to set them free. Unless, you know, I recognise and dislike them from long ago." He grins. And even then, depending on how funny he thinks it might be, he's still done them that favour.
"I want nothing more than for you to thrive, as Dygra would want. How you choose to do that is entirely up to you. I will say, though, that most people do tend to leave The Climb."
Staying put as she approaches the cave mouth, his shirt draped about her enough to cover the important parts, Danta scoffs his agreement. "You can say that again," he drawls - good, he means - and with a flick of his tail, he steps up to join her in gazing over the fiery landscape. "Don't get me wrong, this will always be the place I was born, but gods if there isn't so much more out there." More and better, honestly.
"Oh, you aren't the first I've woken with fire," he adds easily enough, cool blues flashing sidelong towards her. "I was stone for centuries up until a few years ago when our great lady goddess awoke. Since then, if I come across a fellow brother or sister, it only seems right to set them free. Unless, you know, I recognise and dislike them from long ago." He grins. And even then, depending on how funny he thinks it might be, he's still done them that favour.
"I want nothing more than for you to thrive, as Dygra would want. How you choose to do that is entirely up to you. I will say, though, that most people do tend to leave The Climb."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
