sleep don't visit, so i choke on sun // and the days blur into one
It’s the last thing he expects to find when he slinks toward the Temple. It’s early, enough that the sun beats down on the Inner Quarter and the Temple in a radiating display. A ribbon tied (or retied somewhere) around his wrist and a note in hand. After leaving the Dusklight, the instruction had been to go and visit the Temple – and luckily for him, he’s managed to get enough sleep to feel somewhat human, and nothing so far to set him off back into that panicked husk he was in.
So imagine his surprise when he looks up and sees the rivets of blood pouring from the roof of the temple and the black dragon that sits atop it, thriving with a multitude of food. He reaches out initially with his attuned bond, shouting up internally toward her without receiving a single thing back. And then, because the Flood is not used to the Ancients and what shifts they might have, doesn’t think that this is one of them, and simply assumes some random dragon has invaded the Inner Quarter.
And yet, somehow, people aren’t surprised as they mill about below with him?
All in all, it’s confusing, but he can rectify it – setting the note down by the entrance of the Temple, leaving the little red bow on his wrist because it would be there when he shifted back, and steps back far enough to shift into his own black draconic shift – smart enough to know that the roof of the building wouldn’t handle both of them.
Scarred wings flare out as Sunjata debates his next move, imagining that if it were a wild dragon, Danta would likely prefer they be deterred. He knows he would, should the roles be reversed, so with a powerful beat of his wings, the larger black dragon takes to the skies, cresting past the side of the Temple before he draws higher as if luring the other into a game of chase.
So imagine his surprise when he looks up and sees the rivets of blood pouring from the roof of the temple and the black dragon that sits atop it, thriving with a multitude of food. He reaches out initially with his attuned bond, shouting up internally toward her without receiving a single thing back. And then, because the Flood is not used to the Ancients and what shifts they might have, doesn’t think that this is one of them, and simply assumes some random dragon has invaded the Inner Quarter.
And yet, somehow, people aren’t surprised as they mill about below with him?
All in all, it’s confusing, but he can rectify it – setting the note down by the entrance of the Temple, leaving the little red bow on his wrist because it would be there when he shifted back, and steps back far enough to shift into his own black draconic shift – smart enough to know that the roof of the building wouldn’t handle both of them.
Scarred wings flare out as Sunjata debates his next move, imagining that if it were a wild dragon, Danta would likely prefer they be deterred. He knows he would, should the roles be reversed, so with a powerful beat of his wings, the larger black dragon takes to the skies, cresting past the side of the Temple before he draws higher as if luring the other into a game of chase.
and the backs of my eyes hum with things i've never done
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.
