I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"Sure. Maybe even a few warts if she's lucky," Danta replies with ease, because when they go low, you go high doesn't even remotely occur to him. (And he can always go lower). Shifting the still bloody pelt on his shoulder, the Ancient only notices Flora has struck the scorpion because of the flash of the feather out of the corner of his eye, and it's with sudden predatory interest that he watches the blade bury itself in the sand.
"Perhaps I'll have to invite her up to the Climb sometime," he rumbles; ah, the fun they could have up there at Frey's Breath. Stepping up beside Flora, Danta tilts his head at the writhing scorpion and shrugs. "I'll save it for later," he decides, reaching out to pinch it by one claw to lift it up.
"Perhaps I'll have to invite her up to the Climb sometime," he rumbles; ah, the fun they could have up there at Frey's Breath. Stepping up beside Flora, Danta tilts his head at the writhing scorpion and shrugs. "I'll save it for later," he decides, reaching out to pinch it by one claw to lift it up.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
