Wessex
Sunjata will absolutely recognize the black fox that sits so calmly (and primly) outisde the building that hides the Boner Room. The white-tipped tail is tucked around her paws, and her head is every so slightly tilted to one side that it’s almost impossible not to assume that the kitsune (her other tails are hidden away) is contemplating something.
Just what, though, her vulpine features manage to keep secret, despite the fact that a certain lioness walks in vicious circles through her head. Maybe it’s the near-death experience, or that all the death is starting to get to her, but there’s a keen ache and deep, deep regret somewhere in the Wraith’s core.
Who would mourn her when she’s gone, the way that Sunjata so viscerally seemed to break for Nate? It’s not just sex (and she has no yearnings for it now, too many other things weigh on her mind) - it’s everything she can’t have and for some reason, this place seems to symbolize all of… that.
Just what, though, her vulpine features manage to keep secret, despite the fact that a certain lioness walks in vicious circles through her head. Maybe it’s the near-death experience, or that all the death is starting to get to her, but there’s a keen ache and deep, deep regret somewhere in the Wraith’s core.
Who would mourn her when she’s gone, the way that Sunjata so viscerally seemed to break for Nate? It’s not just sex (and she has no yearnings for it now, too many other things weigh on her mind) - it’s everything she can’t have and for some reason, this place seems to symbolize all of… that.
What is life? A madness
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
