SUNJATA
so, collect your scars and wear 'em well
your blood's as good an ink as any
your blood's as good an ink as any
He holds his breath without realizing it as it hits her square on in the center of her body and he watches as she stumbles back a few steps. But the glittering shield disappears soon after and Sunjata loosens that breath with a soft sigh, a huff of a laugh that melds with her own as he steps toward her to pick up the sandbag, turning it over in his hand before looking back at her with a raised brow. “I’ll be honest, so am I.” He’s not sure how he’d explain how he injured the Remedy.
But it had worked and all those what ifs disappear into the abyss of his mind, his gaze returning to the catapult as he steps over to it and places the sandbag back into it. “Was that all you were testing or was there something else?” He asks, wondering if she intended on spending the whole afternoon here to continue testing out things.
But it had worked and all those what ifs disappear into the abyss of his mind, his gaze returning to the catapult as he steps over to it and places the sandbag back into it. “Was that all you were testing or was there something else?” He asks, wondering if she intended on spending the whole afternoon here to continue testing out things.
go scratch your name into the clouds
and pull them all... d o w n
and pull them all... d o w n
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.
