Dantalion
but you can't be free
Noah would be correct, though as Danta straightens up with the wyrm writhing in his grip, he doesn't expect to see the other man. With horns glinting in the ruddy light and a spaded tail thrashing at his heels, his head snaps up and his teeth bare, the little creature glooping out of his grip and disappearing back into the crack in the Crust.
And a couple of seconds pass like that, before some semblance of humanity melts back onto his features. Looking Noah up and down, and then looking again, he tilts his head and smiles. It's still toothy, but there's less of a suggestion of violence in it this time.
"A visitor to the Climb," he croons. "We don't get those all that often. Or are you lost?" Oh, please let him be lost.
And a couple of seconds pass like that, before some semblance of humanity melts back onto his features. Looking Noah up and down, and then looking again, he tilts his head and smiles. It's still toothy, but there's less of a suggestion of violence in it this time.
"A visitor to the Climb," he croons. "We don't get those all that often. Or are you lost?" Oh, please let him be lost.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
