and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
Haai has no qualms showing Loki around, first investigating the nest, the treasured pieces the griffin had hoarded in her own little dragon’s nest. She’s not afraid of Loki poking her nose around it, sitting in it even, the older griffin offering a bit more of a playful approach. But when the dragon’s done investigating, Haai snatches a bone and offers the dragon a play bow, before taking off along the floor of the boxing ring in a sure sign of the zoomies.
Sunjata slips over to the couch, taking a seat somewhere across from where Wessex sits, leaning back and resting his full tattooed arm on the back of the couch, his steel gaze finding the Wraith once more when she begins to speak. “A rescue…?” He repeats, a brow raising ever so slightly. But the Wraith continues, speaking of another seasonal spirit or god, and he offers a deeper nod to that, a bit more understanding.
“In Halo, or?” His head tilts a bit, calculating, wondering what kind of rescue mission she’s talking about.
Sunjata slips over to the couch, taking a seat somewhere across from where Wessex sits, leaning back and resting his full tattooed arm on the back of the couch, his steel gaze finding the Wraith once more when she begins to speak. “A rescue…?” He repeats, a brow raising ever so slightly. But the Wraith continues, speaking of another seasonal spirit or god, and he offers a deeper nod to that, a bit more understanding.
“In Halo, or?” His head tilts a bit, calculating, wondering what kind of rescue mission she’s talking about.
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bulletproof
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.
