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
A rustle in the bushes has Sunjata’s dished ears perking forward, nostrils flaring as his black and white nose bats another pumpkin to roll away into the underbrush. His head lifts, spying Amalia of all people, and when the words fall from her lips there’s an edge of amusement that’s sent across the attuned bond for her to feel. He debates telling her who he is off the bat, but it can wait he thinks. Still, the compliment has his feathers lifting as he preens slightly.
It’s a good thing he’s decided to wait to tell her though, because another pumpkin comes his way and his head cranes as he lowers it to the ground, wings dropping a bit in his focus to nudge a pumpkin off to its side, rolling it over to Amalia, hooves planted in the earth with perked ears and a bob of his head as if he’s suggesting she roll the pumpkin back his way.
It’s probably better she doesn’t know it’s him yet.
It’s a good thing he’s decided to wait to tell her though, because another pumpkin comes his way and his head cranes as he lowers it to the ground, wings dropping a bit in his focus to nudge a pumpkin off to its side, rolling it over to Amalia, hooves planted in the earth with perked ears and a bob of his head as if he’s suggesting she roll the pumpkin back his way.
It’s probably better she doesn’t know it’s him yet.
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.
