SUNJATA
the heartless
so look out, i fear that they follow near
for from the gallows, you'll swing for all the kids to see
for from the gallows, you'll swing for all the kids to see
Colt’s unicorn is stubborn, but with her experience and the push of her and Cherry, the horse nipping at the flanks of the unicorn that’s trying to make a break for it, it eventually concedes and starts to curve toward the rest of the herd with grunts of frustration. And before Colt knows it, the unicorn has returned to the herd, back in the flanks of it.
For Hawthorn and Vesper, the unicorn that has made its escape on the other side seems stubbornly determined, though the pressure from the horse and the attuned starts to make it antsy. The flash of something in its peripheral, glittery and bright puts it on edge right when Vesper pushes in. It’s a good indicator to get out of the way, with the one singular direction being to return to the herd.
The instructions are helpful, and that’s where the hands and help start to guide the unicorns down toward. The bottom of the hill is lush but not quite as colorful as it would be any other Flowerbirth, but it’s promising as well and the unicorns dive straight toward it. As for Sunjata, responding to Niki’s call is hard to do in shift without him being attuned, but he manages a nicker of a sound to say that he’s heard it.
They continue like this, driving unicorns down the rest of the hill and starts on that large arc with the help of Nikandr's instructions, until the sun begins to droop heavily in the sky to signify the start of the sunset. Only when it seems like some of the herd is lagging and the horses and people that are inexperienced with it start to grow sore do they start to call it to prep for making camp for the night.
The herd comes to a slow stop in a lavish patch of grasses and flowers yet to bloom, the herds keeping them in line before their temporary little fencing can be put up to keep them together. Sunjata slows to a stop, too, just outside with the wagons in tow. He shifts back into himself, running a hand through his hair, stretching out his shoulders. “Let’s make camp for the night. Good work so far, everyone!” He chimes, shooting them all a grateful smile.
“We’re gonna need a couple people to help the hands set up the fencing, one to cook some dinner, and the rest of us to set up these tents. Any takers?”
Round 3!!
We’ve kept on for a while, now it’s time to break for camp for the night! We need 2 to put up fencing, 1 to cook dinner, and 2 to put the tents up.
Sunjata will fill in with whatever's left.
No post order!
For Hawthorn and Vesper, the unicorn that has made its escape on the other side seems stubbornly determined, though the pressure from the horse and the attuned starts to make it antsy. The flash of something in its peripheral, glittery and bright puts it on edge right when Vesper pushes in. It’s a good indicator to get out of the way, with the one singular direction being to return to the herd.
The instructions are helpful, and that’s where the hands and help start to guide the unicorns down toward. The bottom of the hill is lush but not quite as colorful as it would be any other Flowerbirth, but it’s promising as well and the unicorns dive straight toward it. As for Sunjata, responding to Niki’s call is hard to do in shift without him being attuned, but he manages a nicker of a sound to say that he’s heard it.
They continue like this, driving unicorns down the rest of the hill and starts on that large arc with the help of Nikandr's instructions, until the sun begins to droop heavily in the sky to signify the start of the sunset. Only when it seems like some of the herd is lagging and the horses and people that are inexperienced with it start to grow sore do they start to call it to prep for making camp for the night.
The herd comes to a slow stop in a lavish patch of grasses and flowers yet to bloom, the herds keeping them in line before their temporary little fencing can be put up to keep them together. Sunjata slows to a stop, too, just outside with the wagons in tow. He shifts back into himself, running a hand through his hair, stretching out his shoulders. “Let’s make camp for the night. Good work so far, everyone!” He chimes, shooting them all a grateful smile.
“We’re gonna need a couple people to help the hands set up the fencing, one to cook some dinner, and the rest of us to set up these tents. Any takers?”
Round 3!!
We’ve kept on for a while, now it’s time to break for camp for the night! We need 2 to put up fencing, 1 to cook dinner, and 2 to put the tents up.
Sunjata will fill in with whatever's left.
No post order!
they don't hear the serpent that burns your ear
or the coward that sits alone in your head with it
or the coward that sits alone in your head with it
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.
