but i come to life, come to life
some princes don't become kings
Thank the gods… Or Safrin?
He thanks Safrin, mostly, when Remi opens the door and ushers him in. Slipping in, he dips his head in a small greeting before he notices the confused look that crosses his face – but Remi has been pleasant regardless and he can’t help the wide toothy grin he gives – big enough to reveal sharp edged canines, that are very natural, but could pack a punch before he nods his head in a bob of agreement. Gods, he’s being so boyish.
“Alright, so first of all. You mentioned Frey could help with the Attuned, deal… And well, I went to the shrine I saw Frey at last just to ask and see… You know?” He rumbles, rushed and excited. “En frey antwoord my nie.” He hums, before he realizes that was Korofi and not the common tongue. He clears his throat, face reddening slightly. “Sorry. Anyway, Frey didn’t answer me, but Safrin did. And look.”
One moment, the tall man is standing before the Alchemist, the next he’s quite short in comparison, navy blue wings spread wide. See? He has no idea if Remi can hear him, but in his newness to this form, to this shift, he has no idea what is going on. He’s just thrilled to be there, to show off his new form of dark navy blues with golden ringed eyes and a golden ringed black beak that parts slightly in a very Sunjata roguish look to a bird of all things.
He thanks Safrin, mostly, when Remi opens the door and ushers him in. Slipping in, he dips his head in a small greeting before he notices the confused look that crosses his face – but Remi has been pleasant regardless and he can’t help the wide toothy grin he gives – big enough to reveal sharp edged canines, that are very natural, but could pack a punch before he nods his head in a bob of agreement. Gods, he’s being so boyish.
“Alright, so first of all. You mentioned Frey could help with the Attuned, deal… And well, I went to the shrine I saw Frey at last just to ask and see… You know?” He rumbles, rushed and excited. “En frey antwoord my nie.” He hums, before he realizes that was Korofi and not the common tongue. He clears his throat, face reddening slightly. “Sorry. Anyway, Frey didn’t answer me, but Safrin did. And look.”
One moment, the tall man is standing before the Alchemist, the next he’s quite short in comparison, navy blue wings spread wide. See? He has no idea if Remi can hear him, but in his newness to this form, to this shift, he has no idea what is going on. He’s just thrilled to be there, to show off his new form of dark navy blues with golden ringed eyes and a golden ringed black beak that parts slightly in a very Sunjata roguish look to a bird of all things.
even at the best of times,
i'm out of my mind
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.
