SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
A hum leaves him in agreement to the fact that he had asked for the artists name upon seeing just the wing of one of her ravens. But that’s besides the point, and he concedes it to her as she joins him on the couch, carefully maneuvering enough to keep her within his arms. He can tell the reason why she might need the furs, the way her body remains warm but not the furnace that he was, and with it he tangled himself up with her a bit more — offering more of the heat he has in excess at this point.
But then he’s showing off, explaining the fact that the Nyala isn’t just a horned thing, but a beast in itself. “It’s a gazelle, more accurately.” He tells her with a knowing look, a quirk of his lips when the feathers appear and she informs him of collecting feathers. A rogue smirk crosses his face as he watches her. “He may have mentioned it.” He offers with a hum of a laugh. He recalled the raven mentioning she’d pluck them from him if she found out. Too late, now.
But her surprise and accompanying comment of a mermaid pirate has him rolling his eyes, leaning back a bit as an exasperated groan leaves him. “You met Seren didn’t you?” He accuses, a rumble of a chuckle leaving him. It fades a small amount as he leans back over toward her, the steel to his gaze scanning over her face as she reaches out to touch the horns, the surface marred a bit, scratched, but still vibrant all things considered. And when she goes to touch the membrane of his wing, that’s when his gaze narrows slightly and he can’t suppress the light shudder that travels down his spine with it. The bat wing shifts back to skin before feathers once more, longer now like a blanket over her as he tries to keep those thoughts from invading his mind.
“That’s pretty much all of them. And you got the bonus of hearing about my shitty upbringing.” He manages to say instead, his voice a bit deeper, a bit huskier with it as he moves his hand up slowly to pull it back and offer a few feathers for her should she want them. “And just for that, here’s your prize. Try not to take a blood feather, though.” He flashes her a smirk. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
But then he’s showing off, explaining the fact that the Nyala isn’t just a horned thing, but a beast in itself. “It’s a gazelle, more accurately.” He tells her with a knowing look, a quirk of his lips when the feathers appear and she informs him of collecting feathers. A rogue smirk crosses his face as he watches her. “He may have mentioned it.” He offers with a hum of a laugh. He recalled the raven mentioning she’d pluck them from him if she found out. Too late, now.
But her surprise and accompanying comment of a mermaid pirate has him rolling his eyes, leaning back a bit as an exasperated groan leaves him. “You met Seren didn’t you?” He accuses, a rumble of a chuckle leaving him. It fades a small amount as he leans back over toward her, the steel to his gaze scanning over her face as she reaches out to touch the horns, the surface marred a bit, scratched, but still vibrant all things considered. And when she goes to touch the membrane of his wing, that’s when his gaze narrows slightly and he can’t suppress the light shudder that travels down his spine with it. The bat wing shifts back to skin before feathers once more, longer now like a blanket over her as he tries to keep those thoughts from invading his mind.
“That’s pretty much all of them. And you got the bonus of hearing about my shitty upbringing.” He manages to say instead, his voice a bit deeper, a bit huskier with it as he moves his hand up slowly to pull it back and offer a few feathers for her should she want them. “And just for that, here’s your prize. Try not to take a blood feather, though.” He flashes her a smirk. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
