may we dance until it rains, may we drink to hide our shame. we're all pretty when we die
Holy shit, she freaks out. It causes him to abruptly pull back his hooded head, dark eyes scanning the cat that looks more like a fluff ball while he coils up and withdraws his head to give her space. Still doesn’t change the forked tongue that pokes out at her, trying to scent her and ensure she’s the one he thinks she is. The mouse is lost, but that’s not really his worry at the moment, not with the fear that he can almost taste on the air.
His name within her voice invading his mind causes him to relax, his head lifting and body turning a small amount as his tongue darts out toward her again. Yeah it’s me. He rumbles down the bond toward her, trying to seem less of a threat than he is. What’re you doing here? Aside from hunting mice. What was she doing in Torchline of all places?
His name within her voice invading his mind causes him to relax, his head lifting and body turning a small amount as his tongue darts out toward her again. Yeah it’s me. He rumbles down the bond toward her, trying to seem less of a threat than he is. What’re you doing here? Aside from hunting mice. What was she doing in Torchline of all places?
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.
