I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"No, not today," Danta purrs, sidling forward until he's almost pressed up against her back, even if his eyes are still pinned on something in the collection of bone and leaves. "You are being hunted," he informs her; it's not by him, if that's what you're thinking. Stretching an arm out towards the dense foliage just out of Flora's direct eyeline, if she looks close she might just see a flash of green and purple rosettes in movement, or the twitch of whiskers in the undergrowth.
"Tide jaguar," Danta murmurs. "I learned their name just the other day. Unless you want to be eaten, or you want to fight me for it, I'd get out of the way." Because who else but an Ancient in his bloodlust would willingly put himself in the pathway of a fellow predator, right?
"Tide jaguar," Danta murmurs. "I learned their name just the other day. Unless you want to be eaten, or you want to fight me for it, I'd get out of the way." Because who else but an Ancient in his bloodlust would willingly put himself in the pathway of a fellow predator, right?
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
