[Training] the blood runs slow

i'm starvin', darlin', let me put my lips to somethin'

Danta's blood sings with the victory of it, and though his claws are left trying to shred at shadows rather than soft and yielding flesh, it's enough for a few seconds to have succeeded in the capture. His tail lashes behind him, eyes flat and predatory as he considers the bands of darkness and the strange, starlit shield that springs to life around his prey. It's one of those occasions that, when sense returns, the penny will drop and he'll line up Vesper's face with the young man from the Temple some time ago.

For now, alas, he's just meat, and whatever magic he's conjured is getting in the way of him being meat. Snarling in the demigod's face and starting to drip molten metal from his stripes, he descends to try and tear at Vesper's shoulder - and his throat, if he can get to it.

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The Maverick

let me wrap my teeth around the world