I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"How does someone end up in the Levinsward from Torchline?" Danta wonders, pausing to gape at the miniature storm that Hadama calls, clearly impressed, before his own pumpkins remind him to pay attention. Offering a charming little nod - yes he would quite like to take the ones on the left - Danta soon breaks that veneer of civility by punting one of the gourds across the way.
"I suppose even they must get lonesome," he remarks, and though this might be a deep comment from someone else, the broad, fanged grin on the Ancient's face rather ruins it. Stomping on another pumpkin for good measure, the cackling creatures finally seem to be wary of their two-legged opponents.
"I suppose even they must get lonesome," he remarks, and though this might be a deep comment from someone else, the broad, fanged grin on the Ancient's face rather ruins it. Stomping on another pumpkin for good measure, the cackling creatures finally seem to be wary of their two-legged opponents.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
