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12-19-2016, 03:24 PM
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SUNJATA
There was a call that rung on the air, stirring the blue jay from his rest. Slightly disgruntled and confused, he shook the sleep from his feathers and body in the hopes that this wouldn’t just be a wakeup call for more dramatics within the place he called home. Blue gaze swiftly moved toward the location of the sound, peering through the varying cacti and rocks as they jutted from the earth. Then, his head slipped toward the sky, spotting their new leader flying about to spread the word. His gaze lingered on her form briefly, watching for where she would go next to make it the location he should head next. Then, as she disappeared, his navy legs began to move him toward the place he had last seen the mare. It hadn’t taken long until he arrived, spotting the Inquisitor, their Gladiator, and a small child with spider web markings. Upon moving closer, he tightened his navy wings along his back, head held high as his quad toned mane made him seem taller – the way it was continually cut short, spiking toward the sky. The Inquisitor began to speak again, to talk of making sure the world knew they were alive. A small smile found its way to his darkened maw as his oceanic gaze traveled across the decorations that no doubt the Inquisitor had done. Volterra is the first to speak, then the child, and Sunjata finds himself stepping closer to the decorations, head stretched out and peering at the way things were put about – items decorated on the makeshift tree by hanging them along them. Quietly, he stretched his velveteen muzzle further, bumping it gently against one of the hanging items. It wiggled with the movement, but stayed strong along the green rope that it had been hung on. Pleased, he began to speak. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” He quietly mumbled, his gaze leaving and finding their Sultana. “It’s simple but beautiful. Do you do this every year?” He questioned, his words laced with a thick foreign accent. His head tilted slightly as he looked upon Aithiniel, wondering if that was something just she did, or if it were some sort of Helovian custom. "Talk." they wanted a monster. i decided to give them one. |
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