Dantalion
but you can't be free
Were Sunjata to ask - which he won't, let's be honest - Danta would advise him that leopards never really change their spots, for all the promises in the world. Alas, all he's given is a name, and his eyes do light up at hearing it. Directing a catlike over his shoulder over to the Flood, he lets out a low whistle. "Well, if the two of you ever want to make my night a good one, I'm willing."
But back to the room. Through a haze of nostalgia Danta prowls around the room, his hand dancing along one stone wall, the torchlight catching in his hair and spilling rainbows from his horns. Catching Sunjata's expression, he scrunches his nose at the other man. "Don't invite pillow talk when you aren't willing to put in the effort of sex," he scolds, fingers tracing a deep crack in the rocky surface. "But it's the Climb, if you must know. Part of it anyway."
But back to the room. Through a haze of nostalgia Danta prowls around the room, his hand dancing along one stone wall, the torchlight catching in his hair and spilling rainbows from his horns. Catching Sunjata's expression, he scrunches his nose at the other man. "Don't invite pillow talk when you aren't willing to put in the effort of sex," he scolds, fingers tracing a deep crack in the rocky surface. "But it's the Climb, if you must know. Part of it anyway."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
