SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Loren might feel lighter, but Sunjata doesn’t. He feels frustrated, angered, cornered by magic when he hadn’t intended on it being anything close to a fight with all of it. Not with the advantages the summoner has over him, not while it wasn’t a level playing field. He hisses, spits blood out toward the summoned dragon that pins him down as Loren spouts on.
Bullshit. You knew you’d win if you did. If you wanted it to be a fair playing field it would’ve been a fist fight. His voice is accented thicker in the attuned bond, hoarse and deeper and fucking exhausted. He stares straight into the dragon's jaws, nostrils flaring. “Do I yield?” A huff of laughter in a mocking way. “Not to cowards that hide behind their magic.”
Bullshit. You knew you’d win if you did. If you wanted it to be a fair playing field it would’ve been a fist fight. His voice is accented thicker in the attuned bond, hoarse and deeper and fucking exhausted. He stares straight into the dragon's jaws, nostrils flaring. “Do I yield?” A huff of laughter in a mocking way. “Not to cowards that hide behind their magic.”
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
