temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
The stray tabby cat isn’t the only feline on a mission to garner attention — because no sooner than Zacken kneels down to pet it, another feline comes trudging through also greedy for attention. Much larger than the stray, this one doesn’t seem entirely feline, and may seem surprisingly close to a depiction of a sea panther the Stormbreaker might have found in his perusal of shops. Petronella, scaled and horned head and all, appears with a mewl of her own, and the tabby cat (like any experienced Torcher living here) promptly vanishes at the sight of her.
It’s only been a few years since a full grown sea panther had attacked this very shore. But Petronella is none the wiser and content to lap up all of the attention she can, immediately moving to replace the space the tabby had left.
It takes a few moments for the Flood to find her, too, with how dark it’s getting and the sense of her happiness from where Sunjata can feel her through their companion bond, and when he does he stops short before Zavien, steel eyes immediately locking onto the sea panther with a small snort of amusement. “So sorry.” His accented voice rumbles, flashing the other man a crooked smile, twisted thanks to the gnarled scar on the side of his mouth running halfway up his cheek in the form of a half smile. “She’s still learning boundaries.”
It’s only been a few years since a full grown sea panther had attacked this very shore. But Petronella is none the wiser and content to lap up all of the attention she can, immediately moving to replace the space the tabby had left.
It takes a few moments for the Flood to find her, too, with how dark it’s getting and the sense of her happiness from where Sunjata can feel her through their companion bond, and when he does he stops short before Zavien, steel eyes immediately locking onto the sea panther with a small snort of amusement. “So sorry.” His accented voice rumbles, flashing the other man a crooked smile, twisted thanks to the gnarled scar on the side of his mouth running halfway up his cheek in the form of a half smile. “She’s still learning boundaries.”
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
