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
There is a loud snort that the nyala shoots back toward Colt’s call, his tail sweeping a little haughtily behind him as he guides them to the herd of yaks. He’s far enough away to not notice the staticky appearance of Vox as the Flood begins the steps to trying to remove the yaks from the road. So invested is he in the curiosity of the yaks that all he hears as he’s suddenly swept up in the herd is PEGASUS! shouted so loudly behind him how could he miss it?
Disappearing into the herd of yaks as their horns toss, the Flood shifts – replacing nyala horns and his small stature for the tricolored hue of his Pegasus shift, one that reflects the height of the yaks better but without all the bulk. His wings make up for it, though, as they snort in surprise and toss their heads more, his wings flaring out to try and grant him some berth before he’s nickering to them and with a flick of his tail starts to carve his way out of the herd to lead them to follow. And they begin to, each one stepping up after the other to make this large herd step back into the grasses off to the side, invested in avoiding the horses and dogs in favor for the pale Pegasus picking his way through the herd.
Disappearing into the herd of yaks as their horns toss, the Flood shifts – replacing nyala horns and his small stature for the tricolored hue of his Pegasus shift, one that reflects the height of the yaks better but without all the bulk. His wings make up for it, though, as they snort in surprise and toss their heads more, his wings flaring out to try and grant him some berth before he’s nickering to them and with a flick of his tail starts to carve his way out of the herd to lead them to follow. And they begin to, each one stepping up after the other to make this large herd step back into the grasses off to the side, invested in avoiding the horses and dogs in favor for the pale Pegasus picking his way through the herd.
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.
