// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
Oblivious to the chaos and violence unfolding all around him from his companions - though undoubtedly he'd be impressed were he in his right mind - Danta's focus has narrowed to the wolf beneath him. Its pelt is surprisingly soft, the blood gushing from the wounds he's opened in its scruff warm enough to steam in the cold air, and gods it's impossible not to lose himself in it.
It has already fallen still by the time he's ripping into it with bloody hands, bones shattered by the impact of his landing, crimson soaking into the snow scattered earth. Danta has no idea how many other wolves might be in the pack - and he doesn't care, either. If one sneaks up on him he might give enough of a fuck to turn and fight, but for now, whether its friend or foe, all he cares about is sating his bloodlust until it fades back into a low and distant hum.
It has already fallen still by the time he's ripping into it with bloody hands, bones shattered by the impact of his landing, crimson soaking into the snow scattered earth. Danta has no idea how many other wolves might be in the pack - and he doesn't care, either. If one sneaks up on him he might give enough of a fuck to turn and fight, but for now, whether its friend or foe, all he cares about is sating his bloodlust until it fades back into a low and distant hum.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
