i am on a journey to discover what it's like to be free of all my demons
The mumble against his dark scales is felt as the dragon watches his husband with a slit steel eye. Wings slip around, cocooning them in the Wildwood from their task with an attempt at warmth, an attempt at the conversation growing gentler, softer, more truthful in his story as Nate relaxes a fraction. Sobering, it seems.
Is it what he thinks happens? He had been young, he hadn’t known entirely what happened. And for a time, the rumors hadn’t even reached him. He’s inclined to say no, a gut response to the question Nate offers, before the image that Nate can’t keep from projecting across the bond becomes clearer. The monster of the floods shifting and turning into something else, something closer, something like home.
There’s something surprisingly tender in the way Sunjata’s slit pupil widens a fraction, in the way his nostrils flare and he relaxes. Despite the scent of the woods around them, all Sunjata can focus on are the scent of cigarette smoke, of citrus and spices, and the Attuned knows his answer. Yes. He says softly, pulsing and radiating nothing but love and warmth, of a quiet thankfulness for choosing him, of being a monster that saw something special in him too that wasn’t a weapon.
Did it? He prompts gently, head pressing forward to let his toothy maw pull and tug at Nate’s jacket, tugging him closer to the dragon as Sunjata effectively plops down in the middle of the woodland with his treasure. It’s your turn, skatjie. A rumbling purr is mentally combined with the possessive rumble of a growl from his throat.
Is it what he thinks happens? He had been young, he hadn’t known entirely what happened. And for a time, the rumors hadn’t even reached him. He’s inclined to say no, a gut response to the question Nate offers, before the image that Nate can’t keep from projecting across the bond becomes clearer. The monster of the floods shifting and turning into something else, something closer, something like home.
There’s something surprisingly tender in the way Sunjata’s slit pupil widens a fraction, in the way his nostrils flare and he relaxes. Despite the scent of the woods around them, all Sunjata can focus on are the scent of cigarette smoke, of citrus and spices, and the Attuned knows his answer. Yes. He says softly, pulsing and radiating nothing but love and warmth, of a quiet thankfulness for choosing him, of being a monster that saw something special in him too that wasn’t a weapon.
Did it? He prompts gently, head pressing forward to let his toothy maw pull and tug at Nate’s jacket, tugging him closer to the dragon as Sunjata effectively plops down in the middle of the woodland with his treasure. It’s your turn, skatjie. A rumbling purr is mentally combined with the possessive rumble of a growl from his throat.
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.
