we're born at night, so much of our life
Lucky for Asta, Danta's avian instincts are too preoccupied with what he's got in his talons to realise he hasn't actually done any damage to the quicksand moss, and he circles high to shred it with beak and claw before letting it flutter away like debris on the wind. By this time his fiance has completed his murderous task, and with a loud caw! of victory befitting any corvid, Danta swoops in to land.
He takes his perch on Asta forearm with a proud rustling of his wings, shifting his feet until he's settled and satisfied as well. Clicking his beak on the affirmative, he wastes little time in hopping back up to the Butcher's shoulder, obnoxiously preening his hair as they turn towards the descent of Peekaboo Rise. By the time they get back home the section of dark locks he's chosen will be an utter mess, but of course in Danta's mind - and like everything else about Asta - it's perfect.
~FIN
He takes his perch on Asta forearm with a proud rustling of his wings, shifting his feet until he's settled and satisfied as well. Clicking his beak on the affirmative, he wastes little time in hopping back up to the Butcher's shoulder, obnoxiously preening his hair as they turn towards the descent of Peekaboo Rise. By the time they get back home the section of dark locks he's chosen will be an utter mess, but of course in Danta's mind - and like everything else about Asta - it's perfect.
~FIN
Dantalion
is just carvin' through the dark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
