Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Ah, that's right. I remember you saying so before." Halo seems to be a hub of activity, and Danta's a little jealous to be honest. Perhaps he should invest in a snowsuit. "I bet you're just as popular there, though," he adds. People like Deimos can't help but be noticed, even when (especially when) they're trying not to be. The gravitas he carries is undeniable, and though the Ancient doesn't know the breadth of the Sword's deeds inside and out of the Grounds, they certainly speak louder than his few words.
Drawn to chaos almost subconsciously, Danta finds himself following suit towards the vampiric pumpkin patch, cold blue eyes curious and perhaps a little predatory as he watches them roll and tumble. It doesn't take long for one to try and amble up to them, vines flailing, but as it hisses its challenge, the Ancient's foot comes down hard onto its fleshy orange body, busting it to pulp.
"What are these?" he wonders. "If they've got anything to do with the Grounds suffering, I can definitely think of a few ways to help it thrive again." Gourds might make interesting ammo for catapaults, for instance.
Drawn to chaos almost subconsciously, Danta finds himself following suit towards the vampiric pumpkin patch, cold blue eyes curious and perhaps a little predatory as he watches them roll and tumble. It doesn't take long for one to try and amble up to them, vines flailing, but as it hisses its challenge, the Ancient's foot comes down hard onto its fleshy orange body, busting it to pulp.
"What are these?" he wonders. "If they've got anything to do with the Grounds suffering, I can definitely think of a few ways to help it thrive again." Gourds might make interesting ammo for catapaults, for instance.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
