if this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together
It's unsurprising that a lava wyrm can find most anything exceedingly comfortable, given their propensity for turning to liquid at a moment's notice, and this morning is no different. Danta melts against the ridges of Asta's lial form like it's a decadent mattress, and as he starts to make his loping way forward into the Sea of Dreams, the swaying movement is more than enough to have him snoozing. If Asta hears something close to a purr over his shoulder, rest assured it's just a wyrm snoring.
At least until he suddenly shoots forward - that definitely gets Danta's attention, and he shrieks a note that the butcher will recognise as being much more similar to the sound back in their rooms that one afternoon. Forced to slorp back into a serpentine shape but with the world already blurring by with speed enough to try and melt the wyrm back down, Danta is holding on for dear life as they travel - and yes, screaming the whole way.
At least until he suddenly shoots forward - that definitely gets Danta's attention, and he shrieks a note that the butcher will recognise as being much more similar to the sound back in their rooms that one afternoon. Forced to slorp back into a serpentine shape but with the world already blurring by with speed enough to try and melt the wyrm back down, Danta is holding on for dear life as they travel - and yes, screaming the whole way.
The Maverick
watch the flames climb high into the night
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
