SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
A huff of a sigh of frustration at Loren’s snarling. I punched you with my fist, with nothing else. I figured that was ground rules enough. Evidently it wasn’t, and they were far past that point now. But the dragon’s squeezing him now, and he growls against the feeling of being trapped again, hissing in pain as his side continues to bleed.
“Believe it or not, I do other things than that, thanks.” A hissing sound as the dragon disappears and the waters return, and Sunjata surges up, leaning over the sand to cough up a bit more blood. He can feel the magic as Loren reaches out toward him, knitting the flesh together to where there’s only the fresh pink scars that remain, but he remains on the ground trying to catch his bearings, trying to push more blood through his mind from where he’d already lost so much.
He looks up to see Loren ball his fists up and Sunjata offers a dark laugh to that. “Next time. Once we’re at our best.” A sharp look to his gaze as he stares the summoner down, gaze narrowing slightly on the summoner. “Maybe when you’re not drunk, or we both are. Deal?” Something eases within him at this, perhaps the feeling from the summoner after all, but gods he’s still pissed about it, still ridiculously tired too.
“Believe it or not, I do other things than that, thanks.” A hissing sound as the dragon disappears and the waters return, and Sunjata surges up, leaning over the sand to cough up a bit more blood. He can feel the magic as Loren reaches out toward him, knitting the flesh together to where there’s only the fresh pink scars that remain, but he remains on the ground trying to catch his bearings, trying to push more blood through his mind from where he’d already lost so much.
He looks up to see Loren ball his fists up and Sunjata offers a dark laugh to that. “Next time. Once we’re at our best.” A sharp look to his gaze as he stares the summoner down, gaze narrowing slightly on the summoner. “Maybe when you’re not drunk, or we both are. Deal?” Something eases within him at this, perhaps the feeling from the summoner after all, but gods he’s still pissed about it, still ridiculously tired too.
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.
