i'm starvin', darlin', let me put my lips to somethin'
In all the excitement of returning to Torchline to celebrate Longnight, as well as Asta becoming a fucking demigod, Danta hopes he can be forgiven for neglecting the basics. He's awful at realising his bloodlust is close to the surface anyway, and only after snapping not-so-playfully at the Butcher's fingers over breakfast that morning does he realise he's liable to become a danger to the public quite soon.
So he wisely takes himself away at mid-morning, relying on a mixture of magical signposting and wheeling through the sky on the wing to get him to the fringes of the Oerwoud, where he succumbs to instinct and hunger. Large paws move with unlikely silence across soft earth and between twisting branches, whiskers twitching as he scents out something worth chasing after; a molten tiger's stripes seem better suited than his other shifts in the jungle, and before he knows it he's descended through vine and root into the Undergrowth.
The air here feels damp and oppressive, but up ahead - just beyond a large hollow created by a tangle of roots - he spies a few blink hare hopping about, and his discomfort is forgotten. Crouching flat to the ground and beginning to stalk forward, Danta is coiled like a spring, ready to strike.
So he wisely takes himself away at mid-morning, relying on a mixture of magical signposting and wheeling through the sky on the wing to get him to the fringes of the Oerwoud, where he succumbs to instinct and hunger. Large paws move with unlikely silence across soft earth and between twisting branches, whiskers twitching as he scents out something worth chasing after; a molten tiger's stripes seem better suited than his other shifts in the jungle, and before he knows it he's descended through vine and root into the Undergrowth.
The air here feels damp and oppressive, but up ahead - just beyond a large hollow created by a tangle of roots - he spies a few blink hare hopping about, and his discomfort is forgotten. Crouching flat to the ground and beginning to stalk forward, Danta is coiled like a spring, ready to strike.
The Maverick
let me wrap my teeth around the world
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
