Strange Days
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
PEMOTA - Mythical - Starwhale (narwhal) RAMOTH - Mythical - Dragon (Biopulse)
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#99
- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
The hands in his hair are a distraction, a warm and welcome one, but it's not quite enough to keep Sunjata's well being off his mind. The huff is met with a bright grin, then matched by a little grumble that leaves Nate when the attuned slips off him, the pressure suddenly back on the side of not quite enough again. He refuses to let it bother him, grinning over towards the other man and shrugging. "I'll keep using it as long as it works." He manages to get the words out before a kiss is pressed to his lips, soft enough that Nate leans after him for more, only to be met by the cool nose of a panther instead.

Nate grins wide, taking the shift in stride and pulling the big head onto him, his arms wrapping around Sunjata so his fingers can rub soothing circles around his ears. Nate doesn't need sleep, not really, but he can doze, let his mind drift while his fingers move, while Sunjata sleeps. Despite the work that will more than likely come with it, he finds he's excited for the next day, in a way he hasn't been in a while.

End~
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today


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