// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"What's the Crag?" Danta wonders, wiggling around onto his belly so he can swing lithely down from the bough of the tree. He lands in some smouldering ashes that flare up briefly with the breeze he brings with him, and his fire continues to gobble at a nearby log, though it's still far too green on one side to really get anywhere. "Oh, very much so," he says of enjoying the fire, brushing cinders from his pant legs and straightening up properly.
"Longheat is always a favourite season for my kind, as you can imagine. It's even better to see all this fire, though. I suppose we have Tanau to thank for it?" And he does indeed intend to thank the seasonal deity for the heat and the flame, same as he would for Dygra. "How about you? Feeling hot?"
"Longheat is always a favourite season for my kind, as you can imagine. It's even better to see all this fire, though. I suppose we have Tanau to thank for it?" And he does indeed intend to thank the seasonal deity for the heat and the flame, same as he would for Dygra. "How about you? Feeling hot?"
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
