i am on a journey to discover what it's like to be free of all my demons
If there were ever a moment for a reptilian smirk, now would be the time. Still, it looks awkward on Sunjata’s shift, toothy and strange and for the most part almost intimidating. But it doesn’t last as he steps away, draws to his full height, lets the crackling of lightning rumble through his throat in a haunting electric blue that cracks and flickers along teeth and forked tongue, drawn staticky and bright where he stands.
Locke steps closer and Sunjata releases the lightning in his throat – not near the Accepted, no, instead it crackles and booms as it echoes into the sky, a careening bolt of lightning sent back up into the heavens. And when he’s done, when the blue glow fades, his large head is craning back toward Locke, stepping closer to the Accepted before he’s shifting again.
Armor plated scales shift quickly into white fur on smooth skin – his shift taking the form of the Pegasus that also lingers under his skin – large blocky head tossing a tri-toned mane of whites, blues, and navy hues, snorting at Locke. And then, after a second of that, he shifts back into himself, a knee in the sand as he moves to draw himself up to his full height, an amused and cocky grin spread on his face that tugs at the scar that spans the side of it.
Can’t blame a man for a bit of a flex, right? “What’d you think?” His accented voice rumbles, steel grey scanning Locke’s face.
Locke steps closer and Sunjata releases the lightning in his throat – not near the Accepted, no, instead it crackles and booms as it echoes into the sky, a careening bolt of lightning sent back up into the heavens. And when he’s done, when the blue glow fades, his large head is craning back toward Locke, stepping closer to the Accepted before he’s shifting again.
Armor plated scales shift quickly into white fur on smooth skin – his shift taking the form of the Pegasus that also lingers under his skin – large blocky head tossing a tri-toned mane of whites, blues, and navy hues, snorting at Locke. And then, after a second of that, he shifts back into himself, a knee in the sand as he moves to draw himself up to his full height, an amused and cocky grin spread on his face that tugs at the scar that spans the side of it.
Can’t blame a man for a bit of a flex, right? “What’d you think?” His accented voice rumbles, steel grey scanning Locke’s face.
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.
