fire in the ground between my teeth, we're dancing on the poison in their graves
at the end of the night, we'd all seen better days
at the end of the night, we'd all seen better days
His wing is healed which means that truly he’s alright with leaving now, the ability to get away from anything with a menacing shift should he need to. But he doesn’t choose the dragon off the bat, no, he chooses one that not many have seen yet, one that not many would see and immediately assume he’s come to attack the rest of Torchline (should the rumors be believed, sorry there’s no Daenery’s attacks). It’s a Pegasus that leaves the house, in hues of white black and blues.
It’s a Pegasus that takes to the skies and lands in the alley before the Slagveld, hooves clattering on the stone of the street, people stepping out of the way too drunk to realize what exactly is occurring. So he noses his way into the Slagveld, using his broad head to open the door, slipping in with ease into the sandy floor of the building. And he kicks with a back foot out to shut the door behind him.
Ears are perked, seeking out none other than Ronin, a nicker sent out into the dark room.
It’s a Pegasus that takes to the skies and lands in the alley before the Slagveld, hooves clattering on the stone of the street, people stepping out of the way too drunk to realize what exactly is occurring. So he noses his way into the Slagveld, using his broad head to open the door, slipping in with ease into the sandy floor of the building. And he kicks with a back foot out to shut the door behind him.
Ears are perked, seeking out none other than Ronin, a nicker sent out into the dark room.
i know you tried, i know you're cursed, i know your best was still your worst
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.
