And I can taste it, it's my sweet beginning
Silence draws over them, pulls him into a lull of following her if only because he wants to make sure they make it out in one piece. The wilds had always been full of surprises — like Aurelia and the water mist horse, like when he’d stumbled across his father and had his wing broken. It was any number of things that lived in these jungles, unexplored and left alone for so long that Sunjata doesn’t trust it.
But that’s what got him into this mess, too. Trust.
So he follows her, closing himself off, sticking the mask into place and watches as the trees turn into a bit of a clearing, as a growl that he nor she nor their companions had made, bursts through the air. And so he’s immediately attentive, already on edge, watching the tiger as it appears and drips what looks like metal. It snarls and it affects his own predatory instincts, though he’s torn between dragon or panther.
The dragon’s already out, however, and as he focuses on the tiger he tries to reach into that compelling part of his mind to reach out and tell it to fuck off, but it doesn’t work. Somehow. So he’s moving again, shifting into that sleek black dragon, winged flaring and brushing against the underside of the tree tops as the dragon snarls an agreement of ‘fuck off’ to the tiger, hoping its his size that wards away the tiger — without having to get involved too much more.
But that’s what got him into this mess, too. Trust.
So he follows her, closing himself off, sticking the mask into place and watches as the trees turn into a bit of a clearing, as a growl that he nor she nor their companions had made, bursts through the air. And so he’s immediately attentive, already on edge, watching the tiger as it appears and drips what looks like metal. It snarls and it affects his own predatory instincts, though he’s torn between dragon or panther.
The dragon’s already out, however, and as he focuses on the tiger he tries to reach into that compelling part of his mind to reach out and tell it to fuck off, but it doesn’t work. Somehow. So he’s moving again, shifting into that sleek black dragon, winged flaring and brushing against the underside of the tree tops as the dragon snarls an agreement of ‘fuck off’ to the tiger, hoping its his size that wards away the tiger — without having to get involved too much more.
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.
