sleep don't visit, so i choke on sun // and the days blur into one
For one predator, there was always a bigger one. And while Maea has been trailing the feline and the herbivore tracks, Sunjata has been hunting them himself as well. Unaware of her down below the tree tops, he can see from above and the paths chosen from the edges of the cliffs just where the tiger he’s been chasing has decided to go. For Maea, it’s likely quiet on all fronts. For Sunjata, he’s locked.
As she approaches the edge of the cliff, Sunjata has broken the clouds and the mist that have overtaken the incredibly humid jungle, and dives down in his draconic shift. Black scales gleam sharply, the wind of his approach scented with ozone and pollen as it blows back toward the pale Ancient, and just below the edge of the cliff if she looked down, she’d spot him snatching a tiger that had yet to make its way into cover.
He rises, the orange and black tiger between his jaws as he circles and flies up from where Maea stands, breaking the surface and flying above the trees to search for a clearing nearby. Having found it, there’s the echo of the landing that breaks through the clearing, able to guide her toward where he is if she so chose to follow it.
As she approaches the edge of the cliff, Sunjata has broken the clouds and the mist that have overtaken the incredibly humid jungle, and dives down in his draconic shift. Black scales gleam sharply, the wind of his approach scented with ozone and pollen as it blows back toward the pale Ancient, and just below the edge of the cliff if she looked down, she’d spot him snatching a tiger that had yet to make its way into cover.
He rises, the orange and black tiger between his jaws as he circles and flies up from where Maea stands, breaking the surface and flying above the trees to search for a clearing nearby. Having found it, there’s the echo of the landing that breaks through the clearing, able to guide her toward where he is if she so chose to follow it.
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.
