we're born at night, so much of our life
Luckily for Asta, Danta has already gotten distracted first by the prints he's been leaving in the dust and then by something shiny that turns out to be a tiny bit of opal. If he could be bothered to shift back he might have snagged it up, but then a shadow falls across him and he loses it, chirping his confusion and spreading his wings like it might be his shadow that's so big.
Newsflash: it isn't, it's Asta's.
When Danta finally realises as much, he clicks his beak at the feirw in a mix of amusement and contentment, and as the stag tosses his head and the Maverick has to choose flight or further rodeo times, he (perhaps surprisingly) opts for the air. Not because he wouldn't ride the butcher in any and every form, but he doubts Asta will thank him for having to grip on so tight with his talons while he gallops.
So with a flutter of black feathers and a few quick circles, Danta caws loud and proud as if to tell Asta to run his fastest and burn off all that chaotic energy.
Newsflash: it isn't, it's Asta's.
When Danta finally realises as much, he clicks his beak at the feirw in a mix of amusement and contentment, and as the stag tosses his head and the Maverick has to choose flight or further rodeo times, he (perhaps surprisingly) opts for the air. Not because he wouldn't ride the butcher in any and every form, but he doubts Asta will thank him for having to grip on so tight with his talons while he gallops.
So with a flutter of black feathers and a few quick circles, Danta caws loud and proud as if to tell Asta to run his fastest and burn off all that chaotic energy.
Dantalion
is just carvin' through the dark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
