// you knew who I was //
"Yes," Danta decides without preamble, skewering the bit of rabbit that Asta sets down for him to pop it into his mouth, humming a low note of approval even if the venison is what he knows he's really craving. "Yours too," he says as they subtly disentangle from one another, the Maverick's knife almost melting through the venison, and with the scent of blood in the air it isn't long before his attention slides from Asta entirely.
Well. Not entirely, given his furtive glance towards the shadows that retreat, and should the butcher's hand - or anyone else's unfortunate appendage - get between Danta and his meal, it's likely to go badly wrong for all involved. He doesn't even realise it when his glamour drops, using his fangs to better tear bites from the meal, his tail twitching restlessly beneath the table.
It's an uncharacteristically silent dinner that's luckily made carefree by the energy of the Dusklight all around them, and though he's nowhere near satisfied in any way that counts by the time he's done, at least Danta's ordinary hunger is sated for the time being. (He thinks; it's always a bit difficult to tell).
Well. Not entirely, given his furtive glance towards the shadows that retreat, and should the butcher's hand - or anyone else's unfortunate appendage - get between Danta and his meal, it's likely to go badly wrong for all involved. He doesn't even realise it when his glamour drops, using his fangs to better tear bites from the meal, his tail twitching restlessly beneath the table.
It's an uncharacteristically silent dinner that's luckily made carefree by the energy of the Dusklight all around them, and though he's nowhere near satisfied in any way that counts by the time he's done, at least Danta's ordinary hunger is sated for the time being. (He thinks; it's always a bit difficult to tell).
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
