I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
Having been putting sticks and paper in entirely the wrong places, as Flora approaches Danta does the only (natural) crow thing and hops protectively over his mess kite so she can't take it away from him. Oh, but then he recognises his guildmistress (huehuehue) - only for her to call him diseased - and his feathers ruffle up in outrage. "Dan-ta," he croaks, because just for that, fuck you Flora, he's staying a crow.
Hopping around the broken kite with fresh interest and hoping that will entice her to use her clever thumbs to help him out, he cocks his head and plays with the sticks a few more times in the hope that it will do something or anything at all. "Kite," he announces. You know, in case she didn't realise.
Hopping around the broken kite with fresh interest and hoping that will entice her to use her clever thumbs to help him out, he cocks his head and plays with the sticks a few more times in the hope that it will do something or anything at all. "Kite," he announces. You know, in case she didn't realise.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
