SUNJATA
the flood
She tries to turn him and he becomes more like a boulder, unwilling to move. “She might have.” He concedes with a further frown. “She didn’t tell Ronin about Seren.” What was she holding back from him? Had she lied? But a memory returns of his encounter with Safrin that has him reacting like a wounded animal when Vai’s hand touches a feathered shoulder — skin shifting to scales and the fangs returning, horns remaining.
He pulls his arm away from her, a few steps swaying back as he tries to catch his balance again, eyes narrowed and his heartbeat thundering in his chest. “She told me to move up the wedding. Just in case.” It’s a hissed out whine of a sound, a low growl humming in his throat, fingers shifting toward claws as he tries to ensure she doesn’t cage him.
“No, it’s better this way. They don’t have to see.” He looks back up the mountain briefly, swaying again before Haai’s slamming into his side, knocking him to his knees in the rocky dirt.
He pulls his arm away from her, a few steps swaying back as he tries to catch his balance again, eyes narrowed and his heartbeat thundering in his chest. “She told me to move up the wedding. Just in case.” It’s a hissed out whine of a sound, a low growl humming in his throat, fingers shifting toward claws as he tries to ensure she doesn’t cage him.
“No, it’s better this way. They don’t have to see.” He looks back up the mountain briefly, swaying again before Haai’s slamming into his side, knocking him to his knees in the rocky dirt.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
