kicking names and taking ass

Feeling very small now, Dantalian sat down and wrapped her tail tightly around her paws. The pelt slid off her shoulders and with her head down, the skull mask came loose. It didn't slide off entirely, but it hung off her features and listed to the side slightly so that her eyes appeared sunken in its recesses and off center. If she noticed Dantalian didn't nothing to fix it. It's not like it mattered anyway, right? She wasn't going to be fighting baddies anyway.

"Yeah, I guess," she said with a soft sniffle. Aunt Fel had a point. That was so far away though! When she said future Dantalian knew she meant adulthood. And that was just not fair. Grown ups were so old and it took forever to get old. Besides, she didn't want to be old in the first place! Being old meant doing boring things all the time for no good reason as opposed to being a kid who could do fun things all the time. She supposed there was a bit of a trade off. Skill and baddie-fighting abilities in exchange for being boring a lot. It wasn't a fair trade in her opinion, but she didn't make the rules.

Her thoughts flashed to the stories her dad had told her and in remembering what she wanted to do, Dantalian brightened a little. "A fighter! I wanna tear all the bad mortals up and spit them out like Abraxas did when the little gods were bad!" What else did she want to do... "And I wanna hunt too." A firm nod. "So I can make sure everyone is fed and stuff."