i try to keep it in line, maybe i'm just not the one
The blue form of birds darting around above wasn’t uncommon for Torchline, as Sunjata had come to find out. The land was tropical enough, his macaw form tended to blend in relatively well against the sky or the seas, even with how navy it had become. Only this time, this time when he takes to the sky, he’s searching for someone.
After quite awhile of searching, of scanning the cliffs and beaches, he finally spots a woman exploring the beaches along lines and rocks, and with it a hint of relief at the fiery red hair. He’d been terrible at keeping up with others aside from his own tragedies, his own story, and with it in mind he lowers himself from the sky. Blue melds to human, shirtless and scarred – though it’s far too warm for too many clothes – and he gives her a small wave of greeting along the beaches shore.
Jogging to catch up to her, he tries to offer her an apologetic smile. “Melita.” He rumbles, coming to stand before her, steel gaze lingering on the shorter form before him.
After quite awhile of searching, of scanning the cliffs and beaches, he finally spots a woman exploring the beaches along lines and rocks, and with it a hint of relief at the fiery red hair. He’d been terrible at keeping up with others aside from his own tragedies, his own story, and with it in mind he lowers himself from the sky. Blue melds to human, shirtless and scarred – though it’s far too warm for too many clothes – and he gives her a small wave of greeting along the beaches shore.
Jogging to catch up to her, he tries to offer her an apologetic smile. “Melita.” He rumbles, coming to stand before her, steel gaze lingering on the shorter form before him.
but you know i would
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.
