storm's comin', I can see the clouds
"Mm, I do," Danta says, his tone quietly sunny to say that he's in shreds right now, both physically and mentally. His nose wrinkles a bit at the effort involved with hunting down hels, but considering that the Maverick honestly doesn't know how sated he feels, he might spring into it once he's able to move again properly. He hasn't realised they're walking towards the outpost until it's almost upon them, the Maverick blinking as if he's never seen such a thing before, his steps slowing automatically.
"Strange things?" he repeats about the Oerwoud, brows furrowing like he's trying to decide if anything out of the ordinary had happened whilst he'd been hunting, but it's like thinking through molasses. "I... think it was all normal when I was there," he decides eventually. "Apart from the person." And that had been the real stickler; Danta can still taste the sweetness of their blood, the way it would satisfy the dark and hungry part of him in a way that a musk deer or a blink hare would only ever scratch the surface.
"Strange things?" he repeats about the Oerwoud, brows furrowing like he's trying to decide if anything out of the ordinary had happened whilst he'd been hunting, but it's like thinking through molasses. "I... think it was all normal when I was there," he decides eventually. "Apart from the person." And that had been the real stickler; Danta can still taste the sweetness of their blood, the way it would satisfy the dark and hungry part of him in a way that a musk deer or a blink hare would only ever scratch the surface.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
