but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
That was a loaded question, and one he casually considers as he takes another drink of the alcohol that Deimos had acquired. “I did, recently actually.” He rumbles though his lips find a quiet frown from it. The meeting had left much to be desired, her confidence was enough that it managed to get under his skin easily. And it seemed, to him at least, that there was little to back it up. She hadn’t done anything to him regardless, though, attempting to intimidate him by circling him when he could easily break the circling.
He wasn’t a prey to be circled by vultures. He was a vulture, in a sense. “Don’t think I want to do it again, to be honest.” He shrugs though there’s a wry grin that crosses his face at that. He didn’t want to, had no reason to, hadn’t agreed to any work between his guild and the kingdom she lived in now. He didn’t want any part of it, though he’d be sure to talk to Loren about it later when he was less… Fucked up mentally. So likely when he remembers to.
Leaning forward, however, he focuses on the paper that Deimos sets along the table – steel eyes scanning over the diagrams and defenses. He’d seen a few of these work before, up close and in person, and he reaches up to scratch momentarily, idly, at the scruff of his beard as he regards them. “I think height is definitely important.” He agrees, having felt much like a sitting duck before he had become Attuned, before he could fly up high and scout from above.
“I know that there’s also storms around us, do we want to just focus on the defenses for the Greatwood or put them there too despite not knowing what’s on the other side?” He asks quietly, head tilting, eyes calculating and cool as his eyes lift toward Deimos.
He wasn’t a prey to be circled by vultures. He was a vulture, in a sense. “Don’t think I want to do it again, to be honest.” He shrugs though there’s a wry grin that crosses his face at that. He didn’t want to, had no reason to, hadn’t agreed to any work between his guild and the kingdom she lived in now. He didn’t want any part of it, though he’d be sure to talk to Loren about it later when he was less… Fucked up mentally. So likely when he remembers to.
Leaning forward, however, he focuses on the paper that Deimos sets along the table – steel eyes scanning over the diagrams and defenses. He’d seen a few of these work before, up close and in person, and he reaches up to scratch momentarily, idly, at the scruff of his beard as he regards them. “I think height is definitely important.” He agrees, having felt much like a sitting duck before he had become Attuned, before he could fly up high and scout from above.
“I know that there’s also storms around us, do we want to just focus on the defenses for the Greatwood or put them there too despite not knowing what’s on the other side?” He asks quietly, head tilting, eyes calculating and cool as his eyes lift toward Deimos.
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.
