but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
Perhaps the Hollowed Grounds wouldn’t have so much to stand on if there were more of these around – to threaten, the inspire, to spark the desires of the few over the many. Regardless, the thoughts fizzle and shift back down within him at the thoughts, the meeting having just happened – yet another shift in leadership that he couldn’t find the feet to stand on yet, to gather an opinion. All he knew was that he hated any form of monarchies, that after having been a part of one, it was enough that he wished to garner a large berth from it.
The thoughts all dissipate, however, as he uses the catapult and sends a rock careening into the chest of one of the training dummies, a wolfish grin crossing his face at the result before he steps back to give Deimos room to let his soar and sail as well. And he listens for the other man’s rumble, hearing the name Isilme and finding it to be just as foreign as many likely thought of Korofi. It was no matter, in the end. But the mention of the smaller ones has Sunjata snorting, head tilting slightly as he focuses on the rock that sails into the targets, right off the head, and the Korofi man makes a rather eeesh kind of sound, before a deep chuckling sound leaves him. “You’re well practiced.” He offers with a sleek, sly smile.
When it is his turn again, he grabs another rock, this time aiming for the tiny bits left behind of the dummy they’ve mostly destroyed. A brow raised slightly, steel eyes squinting against the sun as he focuses. “I’m afraid I’m a bit rusty.” He jests, hoping the rock will hit the rest of the target and blow it to oblivion, but it’s almost as though his words sail in the air with the rock as he launches it – watching it slip through the cracks of what’s left, to fall into a cloud of dust and dirt after.
He steps back, arms wide with a shrug before his hands fall to his side and he shakes his head, wolfish grin returning to his face as he regards Deimos. “Well, I tried.” He rumbles with a snort, making room for Deimos once more. “So how long have you been here? In Caido?” A question to assess – to see, how did he know Hotaru so well when it was mostly clear the other woman had just arrived.
The thoughts all dissipate, however, as he uses the catapult and sends a rock careening into the chest of one of the training dummies, a wolfish grin crossing his face at the result before he steps back to give Deimos room to let his soar and sail as well. And he listens for the other man’s rumble, hearing the name Isilme and finding it to be just as foreign as many likely thought of Korofi. It was no matter, in the end. But the mention of the smaller ones has Sunjata snorting, head tilting slightly as he focuses on the rock that sails into the targets, right off the head, and the Korofi man makes a rather eeesh kind of sound, before a deep chuckling sound leaves him. “You’re well practiced.” He offers with a sleek, sly smile.
When it is his turn again, he grabs another rock, this time aiming for the tiny bits left behind of the dummy they’ve mostly destroyed. A brow raised slightly, steel eyes squinting against the sun as he focuses. “I’m afraid I’m a bit rusty.” He jests, hoping the rock will hit the rest of the target and blow it to oblivion, but it’s almost as though his words sail in the air with the rock as he launches it – watching it slip through the cracks of what’s left, to fall into a cloud of dust and dirt after.
He steps back, arms wide with a shrug before his hands fall to his side and he shakes his head, wolfish grin returning to his face as he regards Deimos. “Well, I tried.” He rumbles with a snort, making room for Deimos once more. “So how long have you been here? In Caido?” A question to assess – to see, how did he know Hotaru so well when it was mostly clear the other woman had just arrived.
but not who i am
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.
