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
’What?’ She asks and already Sunjata can feel his ears pinning, his nostrils flaring, a heavy equine sigh leaving him as he shakes his head and takes a step back from the Archangel. His gaze narrows, sharpening on Amalia with the defense of the dragon piercing through the edges of the equine, when suddenly the Pegasus’ chest is covered with a mottling of scales. She is my daughter too. Not just Safrin’s daughter. But that’s not the biggest problem with this, not as he stares at Amalia in that strange mixture of shifts.
Many things, but not that. He snaps defensively, head curling in against his chest. To be honest, Amalia, I’m not in the mood of arguing morals with you. But I thought you should know at least, about my daughter. My daughter. So I’ll see you around. With that, the dragon shift disappears within his feathers and furs and he becomes entirely and wholly the Pegasus again, whos wings flare as he launches skyward and disappears above the treetops again.
— FIN <333
Many things, but not that. He snaps defensively, head curling in against his chest. To be honest, Amalia, I’m not in the mood of arguing morals with you. But I thought you should know at least, about my daughter. My daughter. So I’ll see you around. With that, the dragon shift disappears within his feathers and furs and he becomes entirely and wholly the Pegasus again, whos wings flare as he launches skyward and disappears above the treetops again.
— FIN <333
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.
