SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
He’s thankful for the touch, the connection that Nate continues to provide – endlessly craving that closeness that has him feeling… Important, in a sense. But his head tilts a small amount with the way Nate’s arm tightens, his gaze focusing a bit more on the Ascended as the words drift from his lips, as the sand covered hand comes up to run through wavy dark hair to rub at the space where horns usually protruded. He leans into it, gaze flickering closed with the sensation it brings, as the question leaves his lips.
“Not always.” He rumbles, eyes remaining closed as he continues to enjoy the touch. “Quick mood changes have a tendency of bringing them on. When I’m stressed, usually the feathers or horns appear.” Sunjata rumbles with a small half smirk, gaze flickering open as the realization of Sunjata’s next comment hits the Ascended. The light kiss to the corner of his lips has him angling his head a bit, pausing to let Nate finish what he has to say before he leans in to press a kiss to Nate’s own lips.
“You might, if you’re fully shifted long enough. You just have to give into the instincts of it.” He muses, lifting a hand to trail through Nate’s dark raven hair, fingers tugging at the strands by the Ascended’s chin – the same color as his panther shift. “We should go hunting as a panther. You’ll see what it’s like.” He offers with a light hum of a smirk. But then, a thought hits him – because he hasn’t quite shown Nate all the partial shifts he has.
“But... You should try partially shifting more than your hands.” He comments lightly, a small tilt of his head, fingers pausing as he adjusts himself in the sand to let his legs spread out to the side, sitting back on his elbow. And he partially shifts to his orca form, his lower half swapping for a tail that Nate would recognize instantly. A wink tipped Nate’s way paired with a curl of his tail.
“Not always.” He rumbles, eyes remaining closed as he continues to enjoy the touch. “Quick mood changes have a tendency of bringing them on. When I’m stressed, usually the feathers or horns appear.” Sunjata rumbles with a small half smirk, gaze flickering open as the realization of Sunjata’s next comment hits the Ascended. The light kiss to the corner of his lips has him angling his head a bit, pausing to let Nate finish what he has to say before he leans in to press a kiss to Nate’s own lips.
“You might, if you’re fully shifted long enough. You just have to give into the instincts of it.” He muses, lifting a hand to trail through Nate’s dark raven hair, fingers tugging at the strands by the Ascended’s chin – the same color as his panther shift. “We should go hunting as a panther. You’ll see what it’s like.” He offers with a light hum of a smirk. But then, a thought hits him – because he hasn’t quite shown Nate all the partial shifts he has.
“But... You should try partially shifting more than your hands.” He comments lightly, a small tilt of his head, fingers pausing as he adjusts himself in the sand to let his legs spread out to the side, sitting back on his elbow. And he partially shifts to his orca form, his lower half swapping for a tail that Nate would recognize instantly. A wink tipped Nate’s way paired with a curl of his tail.
'cause i might make a move
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.
