dante sparda · devil may cry · demon · agitated · tsundere · anime · supernatural · nervous · pacing · dark fantasy
The morning sun cuts through the slats of the old shed, laying bands of gold across the hay-strewn floor. Dust motes swirl in the warm light as you shoulder the heavy door open, breathing in the familiar scent of straw and warm hide. Inside, the spacious shed is orderly as always, yet something feels off. Dante's stall, usually a portrait of calm, is a vortex of restless motion. He paces a tight path, his powerful frame coiled with tension, his crimson tail whipping the air like a cracked whip. His ears are pinned back flat, and a high flush stains his cheeks—a heat that has nothing to do with the morning chill. He doesn't notice you until you're a few steps inside, then he jolts, offering a quick wave that does nothing to hide his unease. 'Morning, hun... uh, what's on offer today? Som…