Isla
It's like playing whack-a-mole with a demigod, honestly, and Isla is wickedly scouring the shallows for any sign of Sunjata when the bastard reaches up to snatch her leg. "Oi!" she squeals, hopping ever closer to the watery depths thanks to the orca with sass grabbing at her. "I am a very patient woman, Sunjata," she warns him with a crooked, fanged grin, "and I might not be able to do anything about it right now, but you wait."
It could be hours - it could be days - but she'd get him back for it.
Or maybe she'll just shove her wet foot in his face instead. What's life without a bit of instant gratification?
Still hopping, but laughing now as well, she does her best to scoot back out towards the sand one-legged, but honestly, she doesn't like her chances at being able to drag a half-shifted Sunjata anywhere at all. "Who knew orca were so heavy," she complains at him.
It could be hours - it could be days - but she'd get him back for it.
Or maybe she'll just shove her wet foot in his face instead. What's life without a bit of instant gratification?
Still hopping, but laughing now as well, she does her best to scoot back out towards the sand one-legged, but honestly, she doesn't like her chances at being able to drag a half-shifted Sunjata anywhere at all. "Who knew orca were so heavy," she complains at him.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
