Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
The peryton gets it, but Danta can't say too much for the stranger, though he's fine to look at and so the Ancient will forgive him for broodily silenting his way over. In fairly sunny spirits to say he's sitting on the riverbank with his leg clamped, at first he's more irritated about the mud than the injury. Bare chested and damp with his ruddy leather coat from Torchline caked in dirt, he's all for playing damsel, but not like this.
"Handled a lot of these in your time, have you?" he wonders with a bob of his eyebrows, by which time Deimos is doing the thing. And for all of Danta's pomp and flamboyance, he's got nerve endings and he can, in fact, feel pain. So as the trap opens its jaws and parts from his flesh, the Ancient hisses in a sharp breath and bites down on a few very colourful phrases indeed.
Shifting his leg with the help of both hands, it's doing that unfortunate thing of pissing blood everywhere now that the trap isn't there to stop most of the flow, and Danta is forced to use his hands to press against the punctures. "Much obliged," he says with a quick, fanged smile in the other man's direction.
"Handled a lot of these in your time, have you?" he wonders with a bob of his eyebrows, by which time Deimos is doing the thing. And for all of Danta's pomp and flamboyance, he's got nerve endings and he can, in fact, feel pain. So as the trap opens its jaws and parts from his flesh, the Ancient hisses in a sharp breath and bites down on a few very colourful phrases indeed.
Shifting his leg with the help of both hands, it's doing that unfortunate thing of pissing blood everywhere now that the trap isn't there to stop most of the flow, and Danta is forced to use his hands to press against the punctures. "Much obliged," he says with a quick, fanged smile in the other man's direction.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
