don't be cautious, don't be kind, you committed, i'm your crime
push my button anytime
Had he gotten the memories of his time in Helovia, he’d recall a very similar circumstance — only a crocodile replaces the griffin in that other timeline, other version of himself. Still, he doesn’t, and the experience is entirely new to him, with that annoyance pining in the back of his mind as Melita mentions what it is as soon as it’s free from its shell. A griffin, something he’s never quite seen before. Canine and avian, a mixture that’s unique and has the creature not bitten him immediately, he would have inquired more about the creature.
She backs away a step and his gaze leaves the slight red marks on his knuckle and the entirely smug griffin, pining into his mind again with the approval of the Korofi word, despite him entirely not understanding any of what is going on. As Melita nears, soft humor and amusement alight in her tone, patting his shoulder he finally stands from the mud with the tiny creature in his hands as it spreads its iridescent wings. “A companion? What does that mean?” He asks her, before his gaze drifts to Fangorn.
“Wait… So she’s like Fangorn then?” He asks quietly, a pet for instance, and a feeling of approval and acknowledgement bombards his mind with enough of a force to make him wince slightly. Gritting his teeth he looks back to the griffin with a small amount of frustration. “Can you feel them? Like, in your mind?” He thinks he’s going crazy, but he can’t help the questions as Haai continues to bombard his senses with all entirely new experiences for her.
She backs away a step and his gaze leaves the slight red marks on his knuckle and the entirely smug griffin, pining into his mind again with the approval of the Korofi word, despite him entirely not understanding any of what is going on. As Melita nears, soft humor and amusement alight in her tone, patting his shoulder he finally stands from the mud with the tiny creature in his hands as it spreads its iridescent wings. “A companion? What does that mean?” He asks her, before his gaze drifts to Fangorn.
“Wait… So she’s like Fangorn then?” He asks quietly, a pet for instance, and a feeling of approval and acknowledgement bombards his mind with enough of a force to make him wince slightly. Gritting his teeth he looks back to the griffin with a small amount of frustration. “Can you feel them? Like, in your mind?” He thinks he’s going crazy, but he can’t help the questions as Haai continues to bombard his senses with all entirely new experiences for her.
you got your finger on the trigger
but your trigger finger's mine
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.
