don't be cautious, don't be kind, you committed, i'm your crime
push my button anytime
Her agreement to his idea of a boxing ring has him leaning back ever so slightly with a knowing nod. “Does, doesn’t it?” A place to train, to practice, to relieve pressure and stress. It had helped immensely when he was younger, when he first joined the resistance. And without it, he didn’t know where it might have left him if he didn’t have an outlet like that. Would he have become as cruel and heartless as his father?
Would his mother still be alive?
Would he have married that girl from the neighboring county, a woman of magic and spells when his heart belonged to a woman who embodied fire?
He watches the companions, listening while he questions Melita on her own plans. Haai at this point has almost grown dizzy, and flops down by Fangorn to roll onto her back, wings spread along the mud as her chest beats with her heartbeat, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth while she tries to catch her breath – but she’s still acting like a puppy, and can’t help herself from trying to reach up and bat at one of Fangorn’s vines.
Sunjata’s gaze turns toward Melita as she looks down, her nose wrinkling and his smile fades lightly. “I know a little something of what that’s like.” He offers in their kinship, a shrug. “Monster Hunter’s Guild, huh?” A quiet question in his voice as he regards her. “What kind of monsters and demons would you want to go hunt?”
Would his mother still be alive?
Would he have married that girl from the neighboring county, a woman of magic and spells when his heart belonged to a woman who embodied fire?
He watches the companions, listening while he questions Melita on her own plans. Haai at this point has almost grown dizzy, and flops down by Fangorn to roll onto her back, wings spread along the mud as her chest beats with her heartbeat, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth while she tries to catch her breath – but she’s still acting like a puppy, and can’t help herself from trying to reach up and bat at one of Fangorn’s vines.
Sunjata’s gaze turns toward Melita as she looks down, her nose wrinkling and his smile fades lightly. “I know a little something of what that’s like.” He offers in their kinship, a shrug. “Monster Hunter’s Guild, huh?” A quiet question in his voice as he regards her. “What kind of monsters and demons would you want to go hunt?”
you got your finger on the trigger
but your trigger finger's mine
SuNJATA
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.
