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10-05-2016, 11:59 PM
S U N J A T A
”Aye, it is.” And it was like that, that Sunjata allowed his indigo eyes to trail over the Gladiator as he seemed to speak his mind. His nostrils flared ever so slightly as he shook his head, perhaps passing off the tiniest amount of an eye roll as Volterra began to shake his head seemingly mercilessly until a key fell from his tangled mane. The man stood there, wings tucked tight as the mammoth gripped the key, and suddenly flames erupted from his shoulder blades. Jata’s eyes grew wide and his wings splayed out – side stepping away from the man that seemed to self combust.
But there he stood, tall and strong with wings made of fire across his back. His head tilted, capturing the Cheshire-like grin that spread from the bald faced man to him before he took off – and of course Sunjata couldn’t be left behind blabbering like an idiot. He inhaled deeply, head tucking in slightly as he took off in a gallop toward the edge of the water – large blue wings spreading out and carrying him familiarly across the large body of water that accompanied to the border and safety of the Dragon’s Throat. His eyes stayed onto Volterra, planning to land beside the equine that seemed to surprise him day after day. He offered Vol a grin in return upon landing. “Thank you.” He began, lifting his head tall and tucking his wings back into a familiar form across his back.
“Though I must say that you seem to be surprising me day after day.” He admitted. The grin spreading wider in anticipation. “Are all of your kind as intelligent show masters as yourself?” Perhaps if Sunjata wasn’t racist in the slightest, it might have been a joke. But this was an honest question – did Volterra seem to pick at the threads and seems of reality in order to make a show? Or was he an honest man, smarter and more intelligent than those that came from Korofi? His gaze drifted from Volterra to the sands around him, the spiny plants that dotted the land, and into the great land he was planning on calling his home.
"Talk."
We slipped into midnight
like the death of the sun.
@Volterra :D
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