// you knew who I was //
"Shit--"
It isn't Danta's most elegant greeting to the Inner Quarter as they step out of the bonfire from The Climb, but he likes to think he has a fairly good reason. For one, if they thought the rain in Torchline was something to scrunch their noses at, it's got nothing on the Grounds. And for another one, unlike the more tropical region, with torrential downpours here comes an abundance of mud.
More mud than he's perhaps ever seen in the place, and not even the roaring heat of the bonfire has been enough to dry it out. Danta's boots sink into a few inches of mucky water that coats the cobblestones, the Maverick splashing his way through it to reasonably dry (read: slick but not flooded) land and hurriedly turning his collar up against the hammering rain.
All around them, people are trying to sweep the water towards drains or line sandbags against doorways to prevent flooding, and as Danta squints towards the roads leading out of the Inner Quarter, he can already spot the evidence of a mudslide preventing carts from being able to come and go. "Are you fucking for real?" Squinting through the rain back at Asta, he rakes his already wet hair out of his face.
It isn't Danta's most elegant greeting to the Inner Quarter as they step out of the bonfire from The Climb, but he likes to think he has a fairly good reason. For one, if they thought the rain in Torchline was something to scrunch their noses at, it's got nothing on the Grounds. And for another one, unlike the more tropical region, with torrential downpours here comes an abundance of mud.
More mud than he's perhaps ever seen in the place, and not even the roaring heat of the bonfire has been enough to dry it out. Danta's boots sink into a few inches of mucky water that coats the cobblestones, the Maverick splashing his way through it to reasonably dry (read: slick but not flooded) land and hurriedly turning his collar up against the hammering rain.
All around them, people are trying to sweep the water towards drains or line sandbags against doorways to prevent flooding, and as Danta squints towards the roads leading out of the Inner Quarter, he can already spot the evidence of a mudslide preventing carts from being able to come and go. "Are you fucking for real?" Squinting through the rain back at Asta, he rakes his already wet hair out of his face.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
