this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
He wants to laugh at being a government errand bird… But isn’t it true? Having a position in said government, being the one to do the dirty work in cleaning up the streets under the title of Arbiter? The bird pauses in his hops, pausing to glance back at Zephyr. He keeps a steady pace with Sunjata and the attuned is curious why exactly he is. So he spreads his navy wings, takes to the sky, and circles Zephyr with a croaking creak of a sound.
He imagines the game is up, however, and as he rounds behind Zeph, he shifts into himself, landing easily beside Zephyr with a rogue smirk crossing his face. “A golden cage, huh?” He rumbles with a chuckle. “I think I own too many things to fit into a cage of all places.” A huff of amusement leaves him and his steel gaze slides back over toward Zephyr with a raised brow.
He imagines the game is up, however, and as he rounds behind Zeph, he shifts into himself, landing easily beside Zephyr with a rogue smirk crossing his face. “A golden cage, huh?” He rumbles with a chuckle. “I think I own too many things to fit into a cage of all places.” A huff of amusement leaves him and his steel gaze slides back over toward Zephyr with a raised brow.
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.
