// i found a way i could catch that feel good, skies been turnin', fires been burnin' since '93
wait just a moment, i can drop my values, skies been turnin', fires been burnin' since 17 //
wait just a moment, i can drop my values, skies been turnin', fires been burnin' since 17 //
He breathes heavily, still as he can be with the predators lingering within him – nothing like Nate often did – but something similar, a stillness that he manages, eyes shutting tight again as Nate’s head leans in, pressing his forehead against the Attuned’s. He pants through the pain, trying to focus on the whispering touches of raven hair against his cheeks, but his hands still tremble, the sharp shooting pain far too distracting to be brushed away with the softness of long dark curls.
He thinks he can feel his heartbeat in his jaw from where Nate holds him, quietly thankful that the doctor’s hands are cool, aren’t fiery warm like every part of Sunjata right now. The suggestion of his new shift, of the dog, sparks a bit of worry he’s sure Nate could feel. What would it mean to shift, to have his proportions pull and tug, would it be more harm than good?
Fuck it. He thinks, a trembling hand reaching up to grab Nate’s elbow, to squeeze in a silent apology. But he accepts it, taking another sharp inhale that has his nostrils flaring, has him shrinking, has the short crop of hair shifting to long black fur, the shepherd whining in pain from his jaw, from the shifting, from the exhaustion it all suddenly caused.
The rage still remains, however, a burning, fiery thing within him. I didn’t mean to— He begins before cutting himself off, tail tucking in tight, ears drawn back. Fuck. I’m sorry.
He thinks he can feel his heartbeat in his jaw from where Nate holds him, quietly thankful that the doctor’s hands are cool, aren’t fiery warm like every part of Sunjata right now. The suggestion of his new shift, of the dog, sparks a bit of worry he’s sure Nate could feel. What would it mean to shift, to have his proportions pull and tug, would it be more harm than good?
Fuck it. He thinks, a trembling hand reaching up to grab Nate’s elbow, to squeeze in a silent apology. But he accepts it, taking another sharp inhale that has his nostrils flaring, has him shrinking, has the short crop of hair shifting to long black fur, the shepherd whining in pain from his jaw, from the shifting, from the exhaustion it all suddenly caused.
The rage still remains, however, a burning, fiery thing within him. I didn’t mean to— He begins before cutting himself off, tail tucking in tight, ears drawn back. Fuck. I’m sorry.
// travelling so far to get there, all just to be here again
all just to see what they saw back then //
all just to see what they saw back then //
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.
