i am on a journey to discover what it's like to be free of all my demons
Alright. He rumbles to her in terms of her grabbing the horn – seeing as she doesn’t have it on her. But then Amalia’s confusion is met with a bit of trepidation from the dragon while he shifts the lantern away from him so he can place all fours onto the ground and tuck his wings in tight. I have a bit of a hard time with lightning. His wide shoulders shrug, as if it were an explanation in and of itself, but the thought of it all does have Sunjata cringing internally.
The crack and the snap of the lightning strike? Memories of getting flung across the sand, his heartbeat irregular and his body burning. He clamps his maw shut tight as those memories surface and he shoves it off to the side and Amalia’s moving back, rising abruptly and moving away from him. He curls his tail around his body, lifts his head up a bit, steel eyes narrowing on her momentarily as she goes and stops.
He absolutely isn’t going to aim at her, though, so he tilts his head toward the sky, listening for any birds that might be nearby and hoping they’re far from them. Lightning crackles in blue sparks around his maw, a low rumbling in his throat, and then he lets it go, with a loud crack and a boom – lightning striking out toward the open sky in an electric blue zip that spiderwebs out.
Fuck. He says over the bond, squinting lightly as the light fades, head shaking as the crackling remnants flicker around sharp teeth.
The crack and the snap of the lightning strike? Memories of getting flung across the sand, his heartbeat irregular and his body burning. He clamps his maw shut tight as those memories surface and he shoves it off to the side and Amalia’s moving back, rising abruptly and moving away from him. He curls his tail around his body, lifts his head up a bit, steel eyes narrowing on her momentarily as she goes and stops.
He absolutely isn’t going to aim at her, though, so he tilts his head toward the sky, listening for any birds that might be nearby and hoping they’re far from them. Lightning crackles in blue sparks around his maw, a low rumbling in his throat, and then he lets it go, with a loud crack and a boom – lightning striking out toward the open sky in an electric blue zip that spiderwebs out.
Fuck. He says over the bond, squinting lightly as the light fades, head shaking as the crackling remnants flicker around sharp teeth.
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.
