sleep don't visit, so i choke on sun // and the days blur into one
It’s not at all what he’s expecting, once again. But it becomes more like an aerial tango than it does a wild dragon feeling threatened. A game, it seems, and he’s the unknowing participant alongside a person within that sleek, menacing shift.It’s the realization that hits him when his claws scrape against sleek scales, like the worlds best back scratcher before the dragon is banking beneath him, glinting pale sharp teeth in a playful chase.
His steel gaze can see where she’s aiming, though, and his shift betrays him with the thundering rumble of desire for such a thing (when was the last time he ate?) So he banks with her, giving into those instincts, and rather than continue the game of chase or tag with the fellow dragon, Sunjata finds himself snarling a crackling electric growl of his own. He descends, drawn to the light of the luxere, and before they have a chance to split like rats, Sunjata’s wing swings out, cracking into a tree that cuts off the escape path for the deer that remain.
And with an appreciative flick of his tail, the Flood lands roughly into the clearing, one clawed hand slamming into the side of the stag he’d snatched as he tears into it, content to snatch a meal now that he realizes the dragon accompanying him was someone. He still finds it odd that his attuned bond goes nowhere but to a blank wall. All are thoughts mulled over as he tears into the luxere.
His steel gaze can see where she’s aiming, though, and his shift betrays him with the thundering rumble of desire for such a thing (when was the last time he ate?) So he banks with her, giving into those instincts, and rather than continue the game of chase or tag with the fellow dragon, Sunjata finds himself snarling a crackling electric growl of his own. He descends, drawn to the light of the luxere, and before they have a chance to split like rats, Sunjata’s wing swings out, cracking into a tree that cuts off the escape path for the deer that remain.
And with an appreciative flick of his tail, the Flood lands roughly into the clearing, one clawed hand slamming into the side of the stag he’d snatched as he tears into it, content to snatch a meal now that he realizes the dragon accompanying him was someone. He still finds it odd that his attuned bond goes nowhere but to a blank wall. All are thoughts mulled over as he tears into the luxere.
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.
