With the weather slowly getting warmer, Dante was slowly getting more active. Or well, more active than what he had been when The Pitt had suffered with the blizzard. Of course, he was still lazy considering how intoxicated he was, but today was one of those days where the hybrid was only on a mild high. He was relaxing in town, occasionally reaching back and preening his feathers.

His wings were, quite honestly, used just for show; Dante couldn't fly nor did he really want to. But that didn't mean he could neglect them.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]