// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Entering the shrine barefoot as usual, Danta spends a little time ensuring the sconces and candles are all alight, igniting them by hand rather than with magic, and then kneels before the obsidian slab with his head bowed in reverence. "Dark lady," he murmurs, reaching out with one hand to slice his palm on one of the particularly jagged edges of polished stone. "The Grounds are thriving under your influence. Thank you for gracing us with a blood moon this season."
Squeezing his hand into a fist to let the blood pool onto the obsidian, the Maverick closes his eyes. "I know it isn't a typical request for Ancients, but as you might already have noticed, many of our citizens can be quite accident prone." He smirks, because when he says citizens, he of course has one particular butcher in mind. "Chaos is chaos, but it would be good to have a safeguard against more permanent consequences."
Looking up now at last, Danta lets the heat kiss his skin and focuses on the dark shimmer of blood on obsidian. "I'd like to petition your help for a healing fountain, like so many other regions have made. Not with water, though. We'd prefer wine, if it's not too much trouble."
Squeezing his hand into a fist to let the blood pool onto the obsidian, the Maverick closes his eyes. "I know it isn't a typical request for Ancients, but as you might already have noticed, many of our citizens can be quite accident prone." He smirks, because when he says citizens, he of course has one particular butcher in mind. "Chaos is chaos, but it would be good to have a safeguard against more permanent consequences."
Looking up now at last, Danta lets the heat kiss his skin and focuses on the dark shimmer of blood on obsidian. "I'd like to petition your help for a healing fountain, like so many other regions have made. Not with water, though. We'd prefer wine, if it's not too much trouble."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
