I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
The answers to those questions are, in order, yes, no, and sort of. Having torn through the pelt of the jaguar, by the time Danta sits back from it he's nothing short of a mess, mouth and throat bathed crimson, his bare chest beneath his coat very much the same (the only difference being, of course, that it's from his blood). If Flora wants to look look, she'll notice that he's flayed away a fair bit of muscle and sinew to consume, as well as cracking through ribs to devour the jaguar's heart.
Hearing little more than the rush of his own pulse in his ears, it's a further minute or so before the Ancient seems to come back to himself, rolling his shoulders and stretching mightily, still astride the carcass of the jaguar. Everything about him screams that's better, and it's an almost docile monster that glances around, just remembering that Flora had been there a moment or two ago.
Hearing little more than the rush of his own pulse in his ears, it's a further minute or so before the Ancient seems to come back to himself, rolling his shoulders and stretching mightily, still astride the carcass of the jaguar. Everything about him screams that's better, and it's an almost docile monster that glances around, just remembering that Flora had been there a moment or two ago.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
