I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
Danta feels his goddess's presence wash through his very bones, as though she's a tuning fork and he is powerless to do more than vibrate along her frequency. A soft smile touches his lips, and he bows his head in reverence and agreement both. "Thank you," he purrs. "We will ensure this is done in good time. Be well, Dygra."
She will be - he knows it as much as any other Ancient - but it's still polite to wish her the best, he thinks. Lingering for a while longer in the presence of the glistening rubies, long after the deity's presence fades, Danta eventually rises to his feet and begins to make his way out of the shrine. So much to do, and all that.
~FIN
She will be - he knows it as much as any other Ancient - but it's still polite to wish her the best, he thinks. Lingering for a while longer in the presence of the glistening rubies, long after the deity's presence fades, Danta eventually rises to his feet and begins to make his way out of the shrine. So much to do, and all that.
~FIN
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
