you were forged in fire // and you rose from the ashes
murder and mercy rolled into one
“Overrated.” He remarks with a quiet chuckle. He had always wanted to live a life where people could essentially do what they wanted, without leadership breathing down necks and dictating what they had to do. It seemed neither worlds had that luxury, and he hadn’t arrived early enough to change anything in that regard. Oh well.
As Wessex begins to remove the meet, his steel eyes glance over the claws that emerge from her being, amused and slightly surprised by the hidden talents the Ascended seemed to have. “I don’t personally, no. Was debating on taking some of it to trade. If you’ve a better use for it, take it.” He doesn’t particularly mind, nor does he care in the end. He’s here for the pelt that’s not clear off the body of the wolf he’s felled, and that’s really all he wants.
So he packs it away carefully to ensure it’ll remain in tact enough to get likely to Hotaru to change it into a coat of sorts, before he pulls a slightly larger knife from his boot and continues the work on the other side of where Wessex works. “I opened the new bar, but other than that? Not much. Just kind of focusing on that. What about you?” He asks, pausing to look up at her. “Found anymore portals?” The curl of his lip is a smirk of sorts, hopeful that she has, hopeful he can see the ocean again one day.
As Wessex begins to remove the meet, his steel eyes glance over the claws that emerge from her being, amused and slightly surprised by the hidden talents the Ascended seemed to have. “I don’t personally, no. Was debating on taking some of it to trade. If you’ve a better use for it, take it.” He doesn’t particularly mind, nor does he care in the end. He’s here for the pelt that’s not clear off the body of the wolf he’s felled, and that’s really all he wants.
So he packs it away carefully to ensure it’ll remain in tact enough to get likely to Hotaru to change it into a coat of sorts, before he pulls a slightly larger knife from his boot and continues the work on the other side of where Wessex works. “I opened the new bar, but other than that? Not much. Just kind of focusing on that. What about you?” He asks, pausing to look up at her. “Found anymore portals?” The curl of his lip is a smirk of sorts, hopeful that she has, hopeful he can see the ocean again one day.
which way is up?
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.
