SUNJATA
He’s not sure why Loren is so upset about this, none of this has anything to do with him. But regardless, he lets the summoner go off, taking the words as they are — words. “I do believe she’s making a shit choice. But with how many times she’s asked it of me, I’m content to let her figure out why.” He snaps back.
“Since you have it so figured out, what does she need?” He stands from the stool to lean on his side of the bar, horns adding about an inch and a half more to his height. “She backed me into a corner. Don’t put the blame of this on me unless you do it for her too. She’s not the only one grieving.” Another flash of teeth this time, breath rasping as he fights to regain control over his lungs.
“Also, last time I checked, Loren, it’s none of your fucking business.”
“Since you have it so figured out, what does she need?” He stands from the stool to lean on his side of the bar, horns adding about an inch and a half more to his height. “She backed me into a corner. Don’t put the blame of this on me unless you do it for her too. She’s not the only one grieving.” Another flash of teeth this time, breath rasping as he fights to regain control over his lungs.
“Also, last time I checked, Loren, it’s none of your fucking business.”
i'll never be that me again
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.
