if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
i know you wanna go to heaven
He really starts to wonder, if only for a moment, if that’s how he had been — he knows deep down it’s not, because had he been? His father would’ve been insanely proud. But here he was, the family disappointment, helping prop the fucking door to the outside to help prevent more shit from happening, watching the queen retreat. Well, at least Sunjata’s the only one covered in blood right now. Gritting his teeth, he looks to Lusea as she speaks, catching a look that he knows deep down means that she can see that old him. And he flashes her one of those wolffish grins like back before they’d storm a warehouse with the rest of the rebels.
Ah but it doesn’t last long. Words are written in the blood and Luci is moving with that brilliant mind of hers. She’s always done well under pressure, and gods if he doesn’t love watching her take the charge. In reality, he has little here without his guns, and with that he reaches for that part of him that Safrin has altered, to guard the entry where the monsters are lurking while Lusea crafts a Molotov.
When he’s finished shifting, there’s no wings to be seen, and for a second he’s pissed it hasn’t worked. Until arms shift and cover in black, faintly spotted fur, and teeth are extended in sharp canines. Paws replace hands, and fur is raised along his hackles as he guards the back to his lover. A deep growl leaves his throat as he prepares to attack, steel eyes narrowed in on the tunnel they have barricaded that harbors the monsters.
J shifts to panther!form and guards the entrance while Luci makes the Molotov, ready to attack the creatures the best he can!
Ah but it doesn’t last long. Words are written in the blood and Luci is moving with that brilliant mind of hers. She’s always done well under pressure, and gods if he doesn’t love watching her take the charge. In reality, he has little here without his guns, and with that he reaches for that part of him that Safrin has altered, to guard the entry where the monsters are lurking while Lusea crafts a Molotov.
When he’s finished shifting, there’s no wings to be seen, and for a second he’s pissed it hasn’t worked. Until arms shift and cover in black, faintly spotted fur, and teeth are extended in sharp canines. Paws replace hands, and fur is raised along his hackles as he guards the back to his lover. A deep growl leaves his throat as he prepares to attack, steel eyes narrowed in on the tunnel they have barricaded that harbors the monsters.
J shifts to panther!form and guards the entrance while Luci makes the Molotov, ready to attack the creatures the best he can!
but you're human tonight
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.
