but i come to life, come to life
some princes don't become kings
He fills the glass, slides it over toward her, explains just how many skins he has living and breathing beneath the one he has now – and an easy smirk crosses his face as she looks quite briefly impressed. If he still partially shifted to his feathery form, he might’ve preened, but he doesn’t. Instead, the smirk remains and he focuses on the comment she gives. “I’m pretty sure, yeah.” Two at least for sure. The rest of them had just appeared randomly one day and he’d thanked her ever since.
But he regards Aisha now, trying to see if he can see if he can guess what she is. A gleam crosses his gaze as he hums under his breath. “Mmm, well, let’s see.” There’s no real defining traits of Abandoned nor Accepted that he can guess at, and when it comes to Attuned he only has one thing if she isn’t partially shifting or anything else. Attuned? He purrs to her through the bond, filling it with the feeling of warmth and amusement, scanning her face for any recognition, before his lips part to possibly make another guess.
But he regards Aisha now, trying to see if he can see if he can guess what she is. A gleam crosses his gaze as he hums under his breath. “Mmm, well, let’s see.” There’s no real defining traits of Abandoned nor Accepted that he can guess at, and when it comes to Attuned he only has one thing if she isn’t partially shifting or anything else. Attuned? He purrs to her through the bond, filling it with the feeling of warmth and amusement, scanning her face for any recognition, before his lips part to possibly make another guess.
even at the best of times,
i'm out of my mind
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.
