i'm starvin', darlin', let me put my lips to somethin'
One might argue that Danta's sense of danger is skewed even on a good day, but caught at the height of his bloodlust and this is a match made in hell for the both of them. His claws swipe at nothing but mist and air where soft flesh should have been, his landing made clumsy by the sudden lack of prey pinned beneath him.
Still, he whips around immediately at the smooth drawl of a voice, ears pinning back at the sudden shadows that rear up and around the man (he realises it's a man at last, though there's regrettably no recognition to be had in him right now). For a small and wavering second he considers running, because shadows acting like more than shadows is a No Good Very Bad Time even when they're coming from Asta - which these aren't.
But the moment passes in a flood of adrenaline and fury at yet another missed opportunity, and so despite himself, Danta does not fuck off now. Instead he prowls forward a few steps, as if to see what the shadows might do, before leaping at Vesper a second time in an attempt to pin him to the ground.
2/4
Still, he whips around immediately at the smooth drawl of a voice, ears pinning back at the sudden shadows that rear up and around the man (he realises it's a man at last, though there's regrettably no recognition to be had in him right now). For a small and wavering second he considers running, because shadows acting like more than shadows is a No Good Very Bad Time even when they're coming from Asta - which these aren't.
But the moment passes in a flood of adrenaline and fury at yet another missed opportunity, and so despite himself, Danta does not fuck off now. Instead he prowls forward a few steps, as if to see what the shadows might do, before leaping at Vesper a second time in an attempt to pin him to the ground.
2/4
The Maverick
let me wrap my teeth around the world
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
