if this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together
Darting to and fro to get the bundles of firewood in and out of the heavy snow, Danta has succeeded in making a path into the storage area by the time Asta has finished with his dragoning and is heading inside as well. The butcher won't find him as himself, however - in the dimly lit storeroom he'll find the Maverick in his lava wyrm form all but oozing across the stone floor to ensure there's no damp that might rot the wood when they stack it properly here.
Slithering into the darker corners and spooking out the odd wine spider, eventually Danta realises he's not alone and turns to regard his fiance, slowly beginning to melt into a puddle of lava as he ceases his writhing about. And for shits and giggles - and perhaps the pure joy of not being cold - he shrieks at the butcher and snaps his little jaws at him a few times, as if to remind him of what might happen if he tries to pick him up or get in his way or stack firewood on top of him.
Slithering into the darker corners and spooking out the odd wine spider, eventually Danta realises he's not alone and turns to regard his fiance, slowly beginning to melt into a puddle of lava as he ceases his writhing about. And for shits and giggles - and perhaps the pure joy of not being cold - he shrieks at the butcher and snaps his little jaws at him a few times, as if to remind him of what might happen if he tries to pick him up or get in his way or stack firewood on top of him.
The Maverick
watch the flames climb high into the night
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
