you'll find the cross only fits when your hands and feet are nailed to it
Nodding, and absolutely not going to push the question further, it’s decided. The dogs return and Sunjata stays out of the way of the flurry of paws, looking back up to Colt when she speaks next, nodding as he snorts – because of course it makes sense when she explains it. “Cool, yeah, I can do that.” Easily, too. Start off with the nyala, see if anything happens, and if it doesn’t? Pegasus.
Looking to the group that arrives to help, he inclines his head to each of them in turn, not interrupting to correct Colt with the reminder of the nyala. And with a curious glance to the mention of the poem Colt mutters about, the Flood steps up to lead them where the yaks had been last he’d seen.
The tall demigod soon becomes a nyala, the long fur bouncing slightly with the bounce of his steps as his gold tipped legs strike the ground, guiding the group of them all toward where he’d originally come from. It doesn’t take long, and by the time they get there, the yaks have moved. They’re not gone, completely, just down the road from where they originally had been – still blocking part of it but at least no longer on the fork of the road.
And while the Nyala was fuzzy and horned just as the yaks were, Sunjata’s shift is small in comparison. His shoulder coming up about halfway toward the yaks as he approaches, immediately watching as the larger of the yaks investigates his form and the horses that approach on his heels. There’s a snort, the angle of their heads down toward him, before there’s a call somewhere in the herd and they start to move – not in the circular display, but almost as if trying to investigate Sunjata.
Taking the lead, he lowers his head with his spiral horns carefully out of the way of the biggest of the yaks as he’s sniffed, before he starts to try to utilize their curiosity to his advantage, guiding them out of the road. Two of them begin to follow, along with a way too curious calf, where it seems like it's about to go south quickly.
Looking to the group that arrives to help, he inclines his head to each of them in turn, not interrupting to correct Colt with the reminder of the nyala. And with a curious glance to the mention of the poem Colt mutters about, the Flood steps up to lead them where the yaks had been last he’d seen.
The tall demigod soon becomes a nyala, the long fur bouncing slightly with the bounce of his steps as his gold tipped legs strike the ground, guiding the group of them all toward where he’d originally come from. It doesn’t take long, and by the time they get there, the yaks have moved. They’re not gone, completely, just down the road from where they originally had been – still blocking part of it but at least no longer on the fork of the road.
And while the Nyala was fuzzy and horned just as the yaks were, Sunjata’s shift is small in comparison. His shoulder coming up about halfway toward the yaks as he approaches, immediately watching as the larger of the yaks investigates his form and the horses that approach on his heels. There’s a snort, the angle of their heads down toward him, before there’s a call somewhere in the herd and they start to move – not in the circular display, but almost as if trying to investigate Sunjata.
Taking the lead, he lowers his head with his spiral horns carefully out of the way of the biggest of the yaks as he’s sniffed, before he starts to try to utilize their curiosity to his advantage, guiding them out of the road. Two of them begin to follow, along with a way too curious calf, where it seems like it's about to go south quickly.
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.
