may we dance until it rains, may we drink to hide our shame. we're all pretty when we die
He winds himself along the branch as she starts to move, weaving in the direction that she’d come that he follows quickly on her tail so that he doesn’t get lost – forked tongue poking out as he, too, continues to scent the air and follow her so that he doesn’t get lost. The pride that vibrates is something he doesn’t expect though, and some amount of humor slips down the bond from his side to hers, wondering internally if she’d ever sold anything off of it or if his acceptance so far has been a first attempt.
The Fae do have interesting shit. I personally haven’t been in the Greatwood much. He pauses as if he’s unsure whether he should give her his name, but at the end of the day he also has a variety of shifts to get out of this mess (he just hadn’t wanted to use them immediately). I’m Sunjata. Pleasure to meet you, Fiadh.
The Fae do have interesting shit. I personally haven’t been in the Greatwood much. He pauses as if he’s unsure whether he should give her his name, but at the end of the day he also has a variety of shifts to get out of this mess (he just hadn’t wanted to use them immediately). I’m Sunjata. Pleasure to meet you, Fiadh.
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.
