nobody really cared, so it never really mattered. it never really mattered, so it never really happened
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
The ramphire falls while Sunjata attempts to recover – the rest of the flock departing swiftly now that one of them is downed. And in the end, all they’d needed was just the one, one to carve up and separate to prep for Fiat Lux, wherever it'll be held this year. Their work was done, for the most part, the hunt over and that is at least relieving enough of itself.
But then Sunjata’s stumbling again, a tangle of paws, claws, legs and bodies – Nate’s leaking euphoria through the bond floods his end and Sunjata’s almost left breathless with it, with the wonder of the sensation it sparks, as if it really were something so intense to feel. But then he’s being pushed back down, large paws on his shoulders, and Sunjata flops to the ground, ears perked forward as Nate settles on top of him, a breathy hum of a chuckle is sent down the bond – the briefest softening of his steel gaze as he looks up at Nate.
The attuned doesn’t mind, not when the creature’s already downed, not when they don’t have anything else other than dragging the creature back home to pick apart for later. For now? Now he can simply bask in the fact of his fiancé wearing his shift. Sunjata surges up a small amount, head butting into Nate’s in a soft nuzzle, another purr erupting from his throat, shooting another pang of the brilliant happiness that flickers through Sunjata to the other panther. He makes no move to pull away from the situation they’re in, content to sit there and watch, waiting to see what Nate chooses to do now. How was that? He purrs down the bond. Was it something Nate and he should do more often? He certainly knows he'd like to share his emotions this way more often.
But then Sunjata’s stumbling again, a tangle of paws, claws, legs and bodies – Nate’s leaking euphoria through the bond floods his end and Sunjata’s almost left breathless with it, with the wonder of the sensation it sparks, as if it really were something so intense to feel. But then he’s being pushed back down, large paws on his shoulders, and Sunjata flops to the ground, ears perked forward as Nate settles on top of him, a breathy hum of a chuckle is sent down the bond – the briefest softening of his steel gaze as he looks up at Nate.
The attuned doesn’t mind, not when the creature’s already downed, not when they don’t have anything else other than dragging the creature back home to pick apart for later. For now? Now he can simply bask in the fact of his fiancé wearing his shift. Sunjata surges up a small amount, head butting into Nate’s in a soft nuzzle, another purr erupting from his throat, shooting another pang of the brilliant happiness that flickers through Sunjata to the other panther. He makes no move to pull away from the situation they’re in, content to sit there and watch, waiting to see what Nate chooses to do now. How was that? He purrs down the bond. Was it something Nate and he should do more often? He certainly knows he'd like to share his emotions this way more often.
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.
