nobody really cared, so it never really mattered. it never really mattered, so it never really happened
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
This is. Comes the mental purr, the easy agreement as Nate’s shoulder brushes by his own – the feeling of a grin shot immediately through the bond toward Nate before they’re trailing after their chosen prey. He’s sure that they’ve managed to make it without alerting any of the Ramphires, but that doesn’t mean they’ll be able to catch one. If anything, Sunjata recalls the hunt with Deimos and his failed attempt at snagging a deer, of how Deimos had to go and clean it up when he’d made Sunjata depart.
The ready from Nate has Sunjata’s haunches already coiling, ready to spring – a hint of surprise slipping from him in his emotions as Nate darts off and Sunjata’s left scrambling to try and catch up. The surprise costs him, however, as the Ramphires begin to chirp and croon the danger as one panther shoots out at the one that’s strayed – the paw from Nate enough to gouge the side of the creature, freeing both feathers and blood.
Sunjata’s left faltering, however, watching as he goes to catch up, tripping himself up on the roots he hadn’t paid attention to as he kept his steel gaze trained on Nate. He tumbles among the grasses and attempts to recover quickly, pulling himself up and shaking his head to free it of dirt as he aims to pick up speed again and to help take the creature down. Goeie werk, skatjie. He purrs, pride blossoming through Sunjata and flooding the bond again, trying to cover up the embarrassment of his trip.
The ready from Nate has Sunjata’s haunches already coiling, ready to spring – a hint of surprise slipping from him in his emotions as Nate darts off and Sunjata’s left scrambling to try and catch up. The surprise costs him, however, as the Ramphires begin to chirp and croon the danger as one panther shoots out at the one that’s strayed – the paw from Nate enough to gouge the side of the creature, freeing both feathers and blood.
Sunjata’s left faltering, however, watching as he goes to catch up, tripping himself up on the roots he hadn’t paid attention to as he kept his steel gaze trained on Nate. He tumbles among the grasses and attempts to recover quickly, pulling himself up and shaking his head to free it of dirt as he aims to pick up speed again and to help take the creature down. Goeie werk, skatjie. He purrs, pride blossoming through Sunjata and flooding the bond again, trying to cover up the embarrassment of his trip.
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.
