/// when we crawled out of the ocean
The dragon shift within him was taking an admittedly long time to calm down. Such that his muscles have been lined with tension the entirety of the time Melita had spoken with Ronin and separated herself to handle her untimely thankfully temporary death. He understands, he’s had quite a few scares – one that Ronin had also resurrected him from as he hung on by a thread.
The second that she invited him out, though, the Flood was immediately ready to join her – putting aside everything else on his mind in the favor of ensuring that she was okay, and truthfully, spending more time with her at the very least. But the draconic part of him was still thrumming with protectiveness – too much so – but Sunjata tries to keep it hidden behind his teeth.
It doesn’t last when she asks him and glances up at him and he knows that it’s partially a joke, but the dragon shift in him has him leaning more predatory, and it’s with a snort that he responds. “The majority of me says yes.” He offers with a little shrug, reaching up with a lightning flecked hand to run through his hair. “I felt better after breaking Remi’s nose.” Wasn’t exactly death, of course, but a vengeance of a sort.
He glances toward her though as she peruses the wares, following suit as his hand traces along a colorful ceramic bowl.
The second that she invited him out, though, the Flood was immediately ready to join her – putting aside everything else on his mind in the favor of ensuring that she was okay, and truthfully, spending more time with her at the very least. But the draconic part of him was still thrumming with protectiveness – too much so – but Sunjata tries to keep it hidden behind his teeth.
It doesn’t last when she asks him and glances up at him and he knows that it’s partially a joke, but the dragon shift in him has him leaning more predatory, and it’s with a snort that he responds. “The majority of me says yes.” He offers with a little shrug, reaching up with a lightning flecked hand to run through his hair. “I felt better after breaking Remi’s nose.” Wasn’t exactly death, of course, but a vengeance of a sort.
He glances toward her though as she peruses the wares, following suit as his hand traces along a colorful ceramic bowl.
the flood
nothing was good and everything was in between ///
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.
