// tonight my demons come out to play, all my anger goes away, i'm ready for it //
“No. You let me handle it.” He retorts, huffing another unamused laugh as she questions how she should know if it could fly. Well, he supposes, it’s something that they should have taken back to Torchline, researched as she wanted to do with the berries. They had a description, knew what it looked like at the time, and certainly that was enough. But it wasn’t, because she’d had to go and hop onto it.
So he walks, toward the edge of it, muttering in Korofi and the common tongue all the same, putting her down as she asks it again – dropping her right into the water. And he makes the mistake of kneeling by the edge of the pool for when she rises again, dark brows watching her. “What? I put you down.” He responds with a grin, fanged and toothy – both amused and unamused by the recent events of saving her life.
But then she’s grappling for him, a finger stuck in his ear briefly before he’s shrugging out of her grip. “Hey, fuck you Aurelia. I saved your life.” He retorts, shifting from man to panther and diving at her in the water. Not to harm, of course, but to perhaps get his point understood.
So he walks, toward the edge of it, muttering in Korofi and the common tongue all the same, putting her down as she asks it again – dropping her right into the water. And he makes the mistake of kneeling by the edge of the pool for when she rises again, dark brows watching her. “What? I put you down.” He responds with a grin, fanged and toothy – both amused and unamused by the recent events of saving her life.
But then she’s grappling for him, a finger stuck in his ear briefly before he’s shrugging out of her grip. “Hey, fuck you Aurelia. I saved your life.” He retorts, shifting from man to panther and diving at her in the water. Not to harm, of course, but to perhaps get his point understood.
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.
