I'm still comparing your past to my future
"Is it just me or does this look even more wild than it did last year?" Danta is all but beaming as they head into the rodeo, the Maverick already nursing a glass of something rich and dark that burns on the way down, the silver spurs on his boots clinking with every step he takes. He has, of course, taken rodeo very seriously, dressed in a pair of stonewashed jeans and red leather chaps (with tassels), his pale shirt buttoned and accessorised with a bolo tie in the shape of a crow with its wings spread.
He flicks up his hat (also red) to grin towards Astaroth as they make their way in, something chaotic and fiery in his blue eyes that usually precedes an idea of some kind. Usually a bad one. "Maybe I'll ride a bull this year," he announces, tipping the other man a wink before strutting off to find the sign up sheet and do just that.
Danta offers himself as a rider! (WINK WONK)
He flicks up his hat (also red) to grin towards Astaroth as they make their way in, something chaotic and fiery in his blue eyes that usually precedes an idea of some kind. Usually a bad one. "Maybe I'll ride a bull this year," he announces, tipping the other man a wink before strutting off to find the sign up sheet and do just that.
Danta offers himself as a rider! (WINK WONK)
Dantalion
it might be your wound but they're my sutures
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
