don't try to follow me, i would hold you down if i could make you the enemy,
He doesn’t know who it is he’s ripped off of her, nor does he care in this moment. He rips the other man off, pins him to the ground, baring teeth the second the man tells him to get off. He won’t; not when the acrid scent of Hotaru’s blood invaded his senses, not when he knows that she’s hurt and this man had been the cause. So as she explains, as the name George fills the air, he can’t help the slightly deep growl that leaves him, courtesy of his dragon shift.
His taloned hands move quickly, stripping the stranger-not-stranger (purely based off of Hotaru’s and his conversations previously) of his weaponry — daggers flying into the moonlit snow, until he determines there’s close to nothing left for the man to use to try and fight him with.
But there’s the arrogance there too — of being Frey’s demigod, of having the power and strength to restrain him additionally if need be, though it doesn’t seem like he needs additional help. Do you know why? He sends to Hotaru silently before that deep voice airs again, a growled “What. Are. You. Doing?” Comes the clipped reiteration, hands holding George down but at an arms length, as if uncertain given their familiarity, but wanting an answer regardless.
Who would come into his space, his home seeking a fight?
His taloned hands move quickly, stripping the stranger-not-stranger (purely based off of Hotaru’s and his conversations previously) of his weaponry — daggers flying into the moonlit snow, until he determines there’s close to nothing left for the man to use to try and fight him with.
But there’s the arrogance there too — of being Frey’s demigod, of having the power and strength to restrain him additionally if need be, though it doesn’t seem like he needs additional help. Do you know why? He sends to Hotaru silently before that deep voice airs again, a growled “What. Are. You. Doing?” Comes the clipped reiteration, hands holding George down but at an arms length, as if uncertain given their familiarity, but wanting an answer regardless.
Who would come into his space, his home seeking a fight?
the flood
i would let you d o w n
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
