is this heartache we can fix?
in the morning when we wake?
Perhaps he shouldn’t be surprised by the no that he receives, and yet there’s a part of him that still is. Shadowed eyes slip toward Loren as he shifts into his view, ears wavering, flattening slightly. Hadn’t it been? His mothers, Lusea’s, so many of the rebels that had been like brothers and sisters to him. He didn’t even know if his own blood related sister is still alive.
Still, he remains silent when he mentions that the world is cruel and dangerous, but it doesn’t help the feeling any. Doesn’t help the emptiness that settles within him. There’s a hollow feeling of a laugh that shifts toward the honey badger next. I’d have rather it been me. He sends to Loren, keeping his eyes on the badger. She died twice now. What had she ever done to deserve that, of all things? The thought makes a snarl erupt from his throat, but it's not directed at the badger. Directed at life, the gods, the terrible luck, the curse that's simply him.
Still, he remains silent when he mentions that the world is cruel and dangerous, but it doesn’t help the feeling any. Doesn’t help the emptiness that settles within him. There’s a hollow feeling of a laugh that shifts toward the honey badger next. I’d have rather it been me. He sends to Loren, keeping his eyes on the badger. She died twice now. What had she ever done to deserve that, of all things? The thought makes a snarl erupt from his throat, but it's not directed at the badger. Directed at life, the gods, the terrible luck, the curse that's simply him.
when i'm sober, would you stay?
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.
