Dantalion
but you can't be free
His hand is larger than Danta's, though the Ancient's grip is no less firm for it. "Noah," he repeats, as if storing it away in his memory to peek at later, when it's dark and he's alone. Following the Sentinel's gaze down towards his feet, he thoughtfully wiggles his toes in the exposed magma, cocking his head as if just realising where he's stepped.
"I am a child of Dygra," he says simply, as if this ought to have been obvious. Noah is in the Climb, after all - who else ought he expect to come across up here? "All of her children are beloved by the fire. It can't harm us - we are all but a part of it." His tail lashes lazily behind him, like he's having to explain this to a child.
"I am a child of Dygra," he says simply, as if this ought to have been obvious. Noah is in the Climb, after all - who else ought he expect to come across up here? "All of her children are beloved by the fire. It can't harm us - we are all but a part of it." His tail lashes lazily behind him, like he's having to explain this to a child.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
