Sparda was a bit taken by surprise when his newest son had asked him on a date. Not disgusted, just surprised. Of course he accepted. Vitale was handsome and witty. Two qualities he adored. And this was the best chance to get to know him better.
Dressed in his nicest dark purple embroidered suit he stood waiting outside Vitale’s home with a smile.
Dante trotted down the street his saddle bag bouncing a bit as he did. He being a centaur himself. his lower body being the same color as his mane and his flank with white speckles upon them and his legs with dark grey stockings like markings. The fur around his hooves were a bit long as well, he wore a thin long sleeve shirt and kept the sleeves rolled up, his chest exposed a bit since a few buttons were exposing his chest a bit. He adjusted his gloves a bit as he walked down the side walk. Surrounded by other fae, satyrs, elves, dwarves, orcs and even a few humans were around as well as he walked down the street.
Stopping a moment to look into a flower shop, seeing the other centaur with white hair along with his tail, his body black and his markings a soft silver color. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked inside, he rubbed his blue hues a bit and quickly backed up a bit and pulled his hair into a ponytail. Dusting any dirt off himself and cleared his throat, Going into the shop and he realized he was a bit bigger than the shop allowed him to be.
He looked up to the other stallion and his ears hugged his head and laughed, “H-Hey..” He said sheepishly. Clearing his throat a bit and rubbed the back of his neck some, “Been a while V, how are you?” He asked curiously.
=The pup snarls and sinks his teeth into the demon, digging harder when griffon took hold of him and tries to peel him off, he didn’t want to come off, he could help, they just wouldn’t let him..
V was walking down the street when he felt a bump, followed by the apologizing. “Oh, it’s quite alright. I suppose I wasn’t watching either. Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m alright. Again, I’m really sorry.” Then the redhead with a blue hood glances back over to his shoulder. He narrows his green eyes. His familiar tells him to keep on going. Not good. He can see the shadows. “Anyway! You should get going! It isn’t safe here right now!” He warned the other.