SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
His scars continue their little rapid dance of lightning strikes, glowing up and under the tank top he wears alongside his face as he makes room for Hotaru beside him, hearing the sound of her voice and her own begging cuts at already raw edges from the panic that’s sliced through him like a hot knife. His eyes shift from Ronin the second that Mel’s eyes open, Sunjata’s trying not to crush her with the relief that swells through him and the gasp of thanks, pulling her up just enough to embrace her, his heartbeat thundering rapidly against his chest, murmuring a thank you, through the Attuned bond for Ronin's ears, but knowing well enough that Hotaru would be able to hear it too.
“Fucking hell, heuningby.” Sunjata exhales, the dragon shift in him taking over and replacing plush, gentle wings of feathers with leathery ones of night. Ronin’s left them to it, but Sah remains, and he can’t help the way his shift starts to rear its head. The wing spreads, planting in the sand in a clear cut off from Sah, corralling Melita into a little secure space for just Hotaru and himself, but enough that as he lets her go from the crushing embrace for Hotaru to crush in on her own attentions, his steel gaze is shadowed as he looks to Sah over the edge of his scarred wing.
“No more questions. You’ve done enough. Leave.” Comes the thickly accented demand, short and clipped, uncaring in the moment how it might come off. The Wild Thunder can ask his questions later, once Sunjata’s heart isn’t trying to thread itself back together after feeling as if it were simultaneously trying to choke him and shatter.
“Fucking hell, heuningby.” Sunjata exhales, the dragon shift in him taking over and replacing plush, gentle wings of feathers with leathery ones of night. Ronin’s left them to it, but Sah remains, and he can’t help the way his shift starts to rear its head. The wing spreads, planting in the sand in a clear cut off from Sah, corralling Melita into a little secure space for just Hotaru and himself, but enough that as he lets her go from the crushing embrace for Hotaru to crush in on her own attentions, his steel gaze is shadowed as he looks to Sah over the edge of his scarred wing.
“No more questions. You’ve done enough. Leave.” Comes the thickly accented demand, short and clipped, uncaring in the moment how it might come off. The Wild Thunder can ask his questions later, once Sunjata’s heart isn’t trying to thread itself back together after feeling as if it were simultaneously trying to choke him and shatter.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
