i saw you comin' with the gun in your hands
The confirmation has him bristling, the spines along his back rising and flexing with the movement, the dragon shifting on his feet awkwardly as he watches Deimos take out the pumpkins nearby the shrine, leaving an offering on the top of it. Sunjata’s slit gaze narrows in on Deimos after a moment, lips twitching yet again. What are you doing here? He asks, equally as cold, his tail sweeping out behind him to take out a gourd or two.
He imagines it isn’t good things that bring Deimos toward this area, nor does he particularly want to admit that he lives nearby – but on the other hand, if he did say so perhaps the Sword wouldn’t come around this area that much anymore. It was hard to say, but regardless Sunjata keeps his gaze focused on the avian form of Deimos, wings tucked in tight.
He imagines it isn’t good things that bring Deimos toward this area, nor does he particularly want to admit that he lives nearby – but on the other hand, if he did say so perhaps the Sword wouldn’t come around this area that much anymore. It was hard to say, but regardless Sunjata keeps his gaze focused on the avian form of Deimos, wings tucked in tight.
i can't want this, i can't want this
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.
