Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Oh, aren't we all," Danta drawls, though he's watching the way her lips form the words rather than paying much attention to the content. He wonders how one of a kind she is in other ways, blue eyes tracking the lithe movements of her body as she stoops to collect her bag of who-really-cares-oh-ok-it's-rabbits, his tail sweeping left and right as he gives them a little more of his attention.
"I would love to," he tells her, having forgotten all about trading and the merchant and his stewpot, "but alas, I don't have anything to trade. I suppose you could just take my..." Whatever undoubtedly filthy end to that sentence is cut off by the site of something deep, dark crimson near their feet, Danta tilting his head to examine it more closely.
Had he been a little more with the times he might have known what he was looking at, but unfortunately, it's just some rose to him. "Ah, how about this? I'll trade you this for your rabbit," he offers. "It is almost as beautiful as you are."
"I would love to," he tells her, having forgotten all about trading and the merchant and his stewpot, "but alas, I don't have anything to trade. I suppose you could just take my..." Whatever undoubtedly filthy end to that sentence is cut off by the site of something deep, dark crimson near their feet, Danta tilting his head to examine it more closely.
Had he been a little more with the times he might have known what he was looking at, but unfortunately, it's just some rose to him. "Ah, how about this? I'll trade you this for your rabbit," he offers. "It is almost as beautiful as you are."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
