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
The concentration is certainly one that he can see faltering – but he’s pretty sure the way his chest heaves in his canine form is a good sign that he’s exhausted, used up most of what energy he has in both his mental state and his physical state, so when Wessex grows curious as to why Sunjata’s asked the question, there’s a brief flicker of shyness, of frustration with himself, perhaps a hint of shame and selfishness that has the canine flopping down among the grass and dirt, panting as he averts his gaze from the demigod to peer off into the distance, hearing the sounds of people walking down the street.
It probably makes me terrible, but. I would. He admits, roughly, his mental voice a hint shy, preparing mentally for himself to be judged. Any war, really. I’m tired of the conflict and the not knowing how to fix it. He realistically can’t fix it, but he can try to come to terms with that. Tired of losing everyone.
It probably makes me terrible, but. I would. He admits, roughly, his mental voice a hint shy, preparing mentally for himself to be judged. Any war, really. I’m tired of the conflict and the not knowing how to fix it. He realistically can’t fix it, but he can try to come to terms with that. Tired of losing everyone.
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.
