hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
I'm gonna change you like a remix, then i'll raise you like a phoenix
I'm gonna change you like a remix, then i'll raise you like a phoenix
It was relieving, to an extent, to find that no monsters have crossed paths into Torchline. Of course, he should have known better from last LongNight but given the fact all of them (he and Nate and Melita) had been deep within Rae’s Fingers fighting a lava octopus and otherwise occupied had made him not pay as much attention to that LongNight versus this one. This one is bad for other reasons, like the whispers on the wind that he can hear in his canine form, straining large satellite ears toward the sounds, trying to glean more.
He breaks through the crowd, however, hearing the quelling whispers of how he’d beaten Vervain, little comments here and there of how anyone could be on his council if that was how he treated them. Vai was the peacekeeper, after all, what could be said for him who had beaten the one that was supposed to keep it in the first place. That perhaps his rage was something unleashed with Nate leaving, that perhaps he’s truly gone and lost his mind after all.
It’s only reflected by the dip of his ears, by his heart that feels as though it’s crushed by thorns. He waits for Melita, trotting alongside her back up from Haulani toward the house, keeping himself close to her until they reach the door again.
He breaks through the crowd, however, hearing the quelling whispers of how he’d beaten Vervain, little comments here and there of how anyone could be on his council if that was how he treated them. Vai was the peacekeeper, after all, what could be said for him who had beaten the one that was supposed to keep it in the first place. That perhaps his rage was something unleashed with Nate leaving, that perhaps he’s truly gone and lost his mind after all.
It’s only reflected by the dip of his ears, by his heart that feels as though it’s crushed by thorns. He waits for Melita, trotting alongside her back up from Haulani toward the house, keeping himself close to her until they reach the door again.
wearing our vintage misery, no, i think it looked a little better on me
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.
