we're born at night, so much of our life
"Good thing you didn't ask me, mm? I offered," Danta says with a wink, resting his hands in his pockets and peering up at the hedgerows overhead, his sunglasses taking the sting away from the morning glare. "If it's for a healing ring too, all the more important," he adds, already stepping back a few feet as if in preparation to shift. "And don't worry about payment. We'll just say you owe me a favour - never know when some healing could come in handy." He grins. "Danta, by the way."
With a roguish little bow, the Maverick swiftly exchanges flesh for feathers in a swift leap, the gore crow's wings fluttering a bit as they beat to get him properly airborne. Once he's made it, though, and circled a couple of times to get himself balanced, he glides over the entrance to the Labyrinth and lets out a croak to invite her to follow.
With a roguish little bow, the Maverick swiftly exchanges flesh for feathers in a swift leap, the gore crow's wings fluttering a bit as they beat to get him properly airborne. Once he's made it, though, and circled a couple of times to get himself balanced, he glides over the entrance to the Labyrinth and lets out a croak to invite her to follow.
Dantalion
is just carvin' through the dark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
