you promised me sunshine, why's it gloomy? we'll wait 'til the night to catch the moonbeam
Truth be told, he isn’t sure how he got here either. But what he does know is that tar fucking sucks and it’s with that thought in mind that he moves toward the trees raised high, shifting into his macaw shift — a vibrant spark of blue among the dead and dulled colors of the tar pits, before landing on a branch out of his immediate eyesight of the boomslang.
Mentally, he huffs a sigh, scanning the tar pits below, grumbling internally about how it was bullshit and even going the extra mile of knocking off one of the little seed pods that had fallen on this branch. He stretches out his wings a second later, scanning in the distance, before trying to figure out if it’s worth flying to the next tree for a better vantage point.
Mentally, he huffs a sigh, scanning the tar pits below, grumbling internally about how it was bullshit and even going the extra mile of knocking off one of the little seed pods that had fallen on this branch. He stretches out his wings a second later, scanning in the distance, before trying to figure out if it’s worth flying to the next tree for a better vantage point.
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.
