red means FIRE - [ Hollow Bastion - Open to Katara and Sokka ]
In the very instant that the half-demon felt himself plummet into that same blackness, he found himself landing on his feet, hard. The brief trip felt as though it had taken only a few seconds and fifty years at the same time, which, Dante would tell you, was fucking weird. And "fucking weird" coming from Dante had to mean something, considering all the things he'd seen in his time. All the same, two times in just two days? He sneered and scratched the back of his head as he took in his new surroundings. At this rate, he'd start to get used to shit like that.
The countryside looked a little bland, but the area was large and open, rocks and light pouring down upon him as he stood at the edge of some kind of short cliff. Right in front of him, a huge castle loomed, surrounded by a town that seemed to be, at least, a little brighter than the last shithole. Not that the sun here wasn't proving to be a huge, pain in ass as it gleamed right down into his eyes. Dante snarled, bearing just a bit of fang as he moved an arm to shield his blue eyes from the rays.
He'd never been a morning person. Or a day person, for that matter, unless he'd needed to be for a job. Fuck, this shit was starting to piss him off. That bitch would have a lot of explaining to do when he found her.
And by "explaining" Dante meant introducing his boot to her face at least seven times. He didn't like to hit chicks, but Larxene had very clearly proven that she wasn't any kind of lady. Not even remotely.
The countryside looked a little bland, but the area was large and open, rocks and light pouring down upon him as he stood at the edge of some kind of short cliff. Right in front of him, a huge castle loomed, surrounded by a town that seemed to be, at least, a little brighter than the last shithole. Not that the sun here wasn't proving to be a huge, pain in ass as it gleamed right down into his eyes. Dante snarled, bearing just a bit of fang as he moved an arm to shield his blue eyes from the rays.
He'd never been a morning person. Or a day person, for that matter, unless he'd needed to be for a job. Fuck, this shit was starting to piss him off. That bitch would have a lot of explaining to do when he found her.
And by "explaining" Dante meant introducing his boot to her face at least seven times. He didn't like to hit chicks, but Larxene had very clearly proven that she wasn't any kind of lady. Not even remotely.