first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
Ah but it had worked, because he towered over her in such a way that getting at his long legs was a large weakness for him. And with it, he had always tried to protect and work with it. It had been easy in Korofi, everyone had been close to his height. Lusea had only been seven inches shorter than he was. But Maea? He towered her. And she could bring him down easily.
But he’s not done, circling her to grab at her and pull her in. She hits the front of his chest a bit harder than he anticipates, and it causes a brief sharp inhale of breath through his lungs, resting the fake dagger along her neck. An intimate, fierce, dangerous dance if they were real weapons. The exact kind of dance Sunjata preferred. And she works well with him, slamming her foot down into his that sparks a hint of pain to flit through his foot. It causes him to stumble a small amount as she pushes back into him and he releases her a small amount, letting the dagger drift slightly away from her neck.
Her own wooden dagger finds his side, right in a spot over a bruise on his hip and he exhales a sharp amused groan at that, letting her go to step back. “Ah. Good.” He hums with a small breathy laugh, shifting on his feet as he recovers quickly to approach her again, tossing the dagger up to flip it before it settles in his palm again and he goes for her lower back.
But he’s not done, circling her to grab at her and pull her in. She hits the front of his chest a bit harder than he anticipates, and it causes a brief sharp inhale of breath through his lungs, resting the fake dagger along her neck. An intimate, fierce, dangerous dance if they were real weapons. The exact kind of dance Sunjata preferred. And she works well with him, slamming her foot down into his that sparks a hint of pain to flit through his foot. It causes him to stumble a small amount as she pushes back into him and he releases her a small amount, letting the dagger drift slightly away from her neck.
Her own wooden dagger finds his side, right in a spot over a bruise on his hip and he exhales a sharp amused groan at that, letting her go to step back. “Ah. Good.” He hums with a small breathy laugh, shifting on his feet as he recovers quickly to approach her again, tossing the dagger up to flip it before it settles in his palm again and he goes for her lower back.
up high, but i stay low
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.
