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
A sneak attack is the best way to go, Sunjata figures. It’s the only way he might have a one-up on his fiancé, especially when Ascended abilities seem to translate a small amount toward the shift. He wonders if Nate bleeds in this shift, if it’ll come out that pearlescent sheen instead of red. He hopes he doesn’t find out – left to imagine his own ways the way Nate’s body has changed was much like his own – still the same internally, just… A different shell, so to speak.
Still, there’s bubbling amusement that flickers toward Nate as they collide into the dirt. Mm, what do you want to do is more the question. He rumbles back – peering over at Nate from the way the Ascended nips at his ear. The ears themselves flicker with the action, the air that presses against them a small amount, before he snorts his own puff of air back at Nate. And then they’re standing – at least Sunjata attempts to, and shakes out the dirt in his pelt, moving to bump and brush along Nate’s side.
We’ve already hunted… My instincts are telling me to take the ramphire into the tree and nap. A huff of a laugh leaves him, ears perking toward Nate as his boxy head swings toward the Ascended, his long dark tail flickering along the ground. He wonders if Nate recalls how often Sunjata had fallen asleep as a panther with the man. Whatever we decide to do, I'd prefer to be inside. Where it’s warm and a soft bed sits for prime cuddling, before the rain comes and mats down his fur uncomfortably.
Race ya? He purrs the question, shouldering Nate playfully, before hopping up the few steps of the porch and shoving his way through the door.
Still, there’s bubbling amusement that flickers toward Nate as they collide into the dirt. Mm, what do you want to do is more the question. He rumbles back – peering over at Nate from the way the Ascended nips at his ear. The ears themselves flicker with the action, the air that presses against them a small amount, before he snorts his own puff of air back at Nate. And then they’re standing – at least Sunjata attempts to, and shakes out the dirt in his pelt, moving to bump and brush along Nate’s side.
We’ve already hunted… My instincts are telling me to take the ramphire into the tree and nap. A huff of a laugh leaves him, ears perking toward Nate as his boxy head swings toward the Ascended, his long dark tail flickering along the ground. He wonders if Nate recalls how often Sunjata had fallen asleep as a panther with the man. Whatever we decide to do, I'd prefer to be inside. Where it’s warm and a soft bed sits for prime cuddling, before the rain comes and mats down his fur uncomfortably.
Race ya? He purrs the question, shouldering Nate playfully, before hopping up the few steps of the porch and shoving his way through the door.
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.
