we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
“Anythinggg.” Sunjata purrs, shooting her a crooked smirk as she steps in and walks unhurried, the sultry sway of her hips, the dark blue eyes that linger on him, the way her tail brushes against him. All things that spark the game they’re playing. He doesn’t make a move until she’s changed the room, though, watching as the room and world around them morphs and changes like it can’t decide what it wants to be. It’s an interesting thing to witness, the rapid changes until it begins to settle – pieces and portions pulled apart and drawn in until its finally settled on an amalgamation of her thoughts.
He appreciates the cracking lightning alongside the fire, the ocean waves in the distance. It reminds him of Torchline in a way, though darker and more ominous. It’s all his cup of tea, though, the salty breeze ruffling through his hair as he looks around and takes it in. The wardrobe and nightstands, the bed decked out with red sheets and a large black chest. She steps further inside and it captures his attention when he’s done taking in the room. “I like it.” He murmurs – not like it matters whether he did or didn’t.
She pins him with those blues, though, a challenge within it that he meets with one of his own – deciding that maybe two can play at this game. She’d seemed to enjoy the claws at the tips of his fingers, so he lets more of that draconic shift out as he steps toward her. Scarred black dragon wings unfurl from his back, stretching out wide before tucking back in, each one topped with a claw that points to the center. Horns curve out from his head, too, a spiraled black approach similar to a ram’s if it were on a dragon’s skull, his fingers still tipped in black and sharpened ever so slightly.
The sound of rustling wings is heard over the crackle of the flame by the time he’s crossed the distance, not lowering his height any as he reaches out for her to tug her in. “I thought this might suit the room, but I can go opposite if you want a more feathery appearance.” He cocks his head down toward her with steel eyes, wondering if she wanted him to keep that devilish appearance or if she were more into an angel vibe. Either way, his wings are sensitive as he's sure she'll find out, regardless of which shift he puts on display.
He appreciates the cracking lightning alongside the fire, the ocean waves in the distance. It reminds him of Torchline in a way, though darker and more ominous. It’s all his cup of tea, though, the salty breeze ruffling through his hair as he looks around and takes it in. The wardrobe and nightstands, the bed decked out with red sheets and a large black chest. She steps further inside and it captures his attention when he’s done taking in the room. “I like it.” He murmurs – not like it matters whether he did or didn’t.
She pins him with those blues, though, a challenge within it that he meets with one of his own – deciding that maybe two can play at this game. She’d seemed to enjoy the claws at the tips of his fingers, so he lets more of that draconic shift out as he steps toward her. Scarred black dragon wings unfurl from his back, stretching out wide before tucking back in, each one topped with a claw that points to the center. Horns curve out from his head, too, a spiraled black approach similar to a ram’s if it were on a dragon’s skull, his fingers still tipped in black and sharpened ever so slightly.
The sound of rustling wings is heard over the crackle of the flame by the time he’s crossed the distance, not lowering his height any as he reaches out for her to tug her in. “I thought this might suit the room, but I can go opposite if you want a more feathery appearance.” He cocks his head down toward her with steel eyes, wondering if she wanted him to keep that devilish appearance or if she were more into an angel vibe. Either way, his wings are sensitive as he's sure she'll find out, regardless of which shift he puts on display.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
