now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
Jaws close and talons sink and blood sprays enough to splatter along the front of him — warm and steaming in the crisp Halo air. And he withdraws, kneeling in the snow as he shifts back to himself, the front of his furs coated in the blood, some of it trickling down the corners of his mouth, down his chin as well.
Steel eyes look to Wessex as she remains with the talons in the creature, a dark brow raising and wondering if she’s praying for it. Honestly, she doesn’t really seem like the type, but who is he to judge? “You okay, Wessex?” He asks quietly, shifting in the snow, reaching for the dagger in his boot.
Steel eyes look to Wessex as she remains with the talons in the creature, a dark brow raising and wondering if she’s praying for it. Honestly, she doesn’t really seem like the type, but who is he to judge? “You okay, Wessex?” He asks quietly, shifting in the snow, reaching for the dagger in his boot.
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
