// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Danta can tell that it's snowing even before he parts the curtains around their den properly. Squinting himself awake, he spots the strange quality of the light in the air through a sliver in the fabric, the chill that has him burying his nose beneath the blankets, the soft, muted sound of the world. It doesn't surprise him - the temperature has been plummeting these final few nights of Leafchange - but it still doesn't mean it's particularly welcome.
Regardless, though, the change of season is something he's been looking forward to, and so it's with a stifled yawn and a mighty stretch beneath their tangle of fur and fabric that he finds a smile curling at his lips. "Happy Deepfrost," he mumbles, his voice roughened by sleep, his tail sweeping across the bed as he rolls over to bully his arms around Asta. He's even kind enough to glamour his horns before he burrows his head into the butcher's neck, ensuring that no one gets mauled first thing in the morning.
Regardless, though, the change of season is something he's been looking forward to, and so it's with a stifled yawn and a mighty stretch beneath their tangle of fur and fabric that he finds a smile curling at his lips. "Happy Deepfrost," he mumbles, his voice roughened by sleep, his tail sweeping across the bed as he rolls over to bully his arms around Asta. He's even kind enough to glamour his horns before he burrows his head into the butcher's neck, ensuring that no one gets mauled first thing in the morning.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
