fire in the ground between my teeth, we're dancing on the poison in their graves
at the end of the night, we'd all seen better days
at the end of the night, we'd all seen better days
Amalia stops the gourd with her foot and Sunjata’s grey blue gaze lands on it with an intensity of a predator despite his not so predatory shift. He keeps his head lowered, wings flaring, nostrils flaring as he bobs his head in agreement. Yes, yes he does want it back. He plants his hooves into the undergrowth, watching her with bated breath, watching as she kneels down to be level with the gourd. She blows at it and it’s sent rolling back to him.
A pulse of amusement and a hint of glee leaves him, hooves tiptapping on the lush earth beneath them, before the pumpkin meets him and he lowers his head again, muzzle bumping against the pumpkin, ears flicking back at the warning that she offers. Did they have feelings? Fangorn was different, wasn’t he? The last one to survive the first infestation?
Regardless, he bumps the pumpkin again and the creature rolls off to the side into the undergrowth, disappearing. Sunjata lifts his head back to Amalia, now, tucking his wings in tight against his back, tail swishing as he steps over toward her, muzzle extended to investigate her.
It’s easier this way, this little secret he can hold onto until he can’t anymore.
A pulse of amusement and a hint of glee leaves him, hooves tiptapping on the lush earth beneath them, before the pumpkin meets him and he lowers his head again, muzzle bumping against the pumpkin, ears flicking back at the warning that she offers. Did they have feelings? Fangorn was different, wasn’t he? The last one to survive the first infestation?
Regardless, he bumps the pumpkin again and the creature rolls off to the side into the undergrowth, disappearing. Sunjata lifts his head back to Amalia, now, tucking his wings in tight against his back, tail swishing as he steps over toward her, muzzle extended to investigate her.
It’s easier this way, this little secret he can hold onto until he can’t anymore.
i know you tried, i know you're cursed, i know your best was still your worst
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
