Dantalion
be love in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root
Early morning is not Danta's favoured time of day; indeed, you'd normally find him in a tangle of limbs and horns and tails with his beau at daybreak, but sometimes duty calls. In this case, duty means bloodlust, and having been told without room for argument that his has gotten bad enough (he's not great at noticing it himself) to need immediate attention, he'd taken himself off with the sun to soar towards the Outer Brambles in his crow feathers to search for an early breakfast.
And he's already found it by the time Lyra is considering the maze, luckily. The deer hadn't stood a chance against a crow-turned-tiger dropping from the sky onto its back, and Danta is back on two legs as he strolls through the early morning glow around Peekaboo rise, considering climbing it for a nap in the sun when he notices the figure departing into the Labyrinth.
"Careful of boggarts!" he calls after her on reflex, licking a bit of blood from his fingers.
And he's already found it by the time Lyra is considering the maze, luckily. The deer hadn't stood a chance against a crow-turned-tiger dropping from the sky onto its back, and Danta is back on two legs as he strolls through the early morning glow around Peekaboo rise, considering climbing it for a nap in the sun when he notices the figure departing into the Labyrinth.
"Careful of boggarts!" he calls after her on reflex, licking a bit of blood from his fingers.
be there and just as you stand, or be like the rose that you hold in your hand
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
