you were forged in fire // and you rose from the ashes
murder and mercy rolled into one
(8)
The other man seems receptive, if not a small amount relieved at his approach, and Sunjata stands up a small amount straighter. “Same to you.” He says easily, pleasantries aside, shaking Loren’s hand in greeting before another approaches. His steel gaze slides over to her as he shuffles the bow on his shoulder, giving her a nod in response to her crooked grin. He inclines his head to her in greeting as well, committing the name to memory. “Sunjata.” He offers in case she’s missed it.
But his attention is drawn back to Loren as he admits he’s not much of a hunter – something Sunjata has a small amount more experience with, albeit with people rather than animals, but it couldn’t be that different, could it? Still, he’s not cocky enough to interject himself into it, glancing over to Ashe with a light shrug. “I’m more of a soldier myself, but I have some experience.” He says by means of letting her know if she had more and wanted to take the mantel, he wasn’t going to stop her.
Regardless of it, he sets off in a slightly different direction from Loren, searching for anything from hoofprints to oddly broken tree branches. Sliding the bow off his shoulder to prep it with an arrow, he searches for anything and everything all the same.
The other man seems receptive, if not a small amount relieved at his approach, and Sunjata stands up a small amount straighter. “Same to you.” He says easily, pleasantries aside, shaking Loren’s hand in greeting before another approaches. His steel gaze slides over to her as he shuffles the bow on his shoulder, giving her a nod in response to her crooked grin. He inclines his head to her in greeting as well, committing the name to memory. “Sunjata.” He offers in case she’s missed it.
But his attention is drawn back to Loren as he admits he’s not much of a hunter – something Sunjata has a small amount more experience with, albeit with people rather than animals, but it couldn’t be that different, could it? Still, he’s not cocky enough to interject himself into it, glancing over to Ashe with a light shrug. “I’m more of a soldier myself, but I have some experience.” He says by means of letting her know if she had more and wanted to take the mantel, he wasn’t going to stop her.
Regardless of it, he sets off in a slightly different direction from Loren, searching for anything from hoofprints to oddly broken tree branches. Sliding the bow off his shoulder to prep it with an arrow, he searches for anything and everything all the same.
which way is up?
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.
