Dantalion
but you can't be free
He doesn't answer properly, about Dygra, and Dantalion stores that away for future inquiries too. For now, though, whatever he sees in the Sentinel is enough to hold him from any further (physical) harrassment, though as the other man steps back, he of course steps forward, and his bare feet sink into the molten lava as if he's stepping into a pleasantly hot bath. "We wouldn't want that, would we," he croons, of the other man evaporating.
And then, perhaps surprising no one more than himself, the Ancient sticks his calloused hand out to shake. (Do people still shake hands?) "Danta," he introduces himself, his head lolling to the side in the vague direction of the Mountain's Roar. "It's still red," he murmurs. "Is there a time when it wasn't? Gods, we were asleep for a while."
And then, perhaps surprising no one more than himself, the Ancient sticks his calloused hand out to shake. (Do people still shake hands?) "Danta," he introduces himself, his head lolling to the side in the vague direction of the Mountain's Roar. "It's still red," he murmurs. "Is there a time when it wasn't? Gods, we were asleep for a while."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
