SUNJATA
the flood
Faith was a lot, it meant a lot to people. And it was that thought alone that begins to sink in, especially as he drags from the cigarette, stares off and away from Jack, spying the shadowed figure once again and feeling his heart rise in his chest, his jaw clenching hard, the urge to flee and not remain in the sand far outweighing any other sense of rational. He ignores Jack’s question, the first one at least, eyes trained on the shadowed figure that steps perhaps an inch closer – armor of his dragon shift interlocking down his skin, his chest, his neck until it ends and his fingers turn to claws.
The cigarette is forgotten, stamped out in the sand, finally turning to look toward Jack with a hard set jaw. “You see it too?” He asks, though his teeth grind against each other, sharpening to points – but he makes no move to follow. He prays and prays that it’s not real – anger and fear coursing through him at the sight of the ghost – too many memories of bruises adorning his skin from a young age, a brief flash of his father holding the knife to Lusea’s throat, slicing it open with a cruel smile. “If… If it’s real, we need to go.” Sunjata manages, tearing his gaze away from the figure to look back at Jack, a sense of urgency in his tone and the poise of his body.
The cigarette is forgotten, stamped out in the sand, finally turning to look toward Jack with a hard set jaw. “You see it too?” He asks, though his teeth grind against each other, sharpening to points – but he makes no move to follow. He prays and prays that it’s not real – anger and fear coursing through him at the sight of the ghost – too many memories of bruises adorning his skin from a young age, a brief flash of his father holding the knife to Lusea’s throat, slicing it open with a cruel smile. “If… If it’s real, we need to go.” Sunjata manages, tearing his gaze away from the figure to look back at Jack, a sense of urgency in his tone and the poise of his body.
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.
