don't you know i'm no good for you?
Once they got them? Well, he’s quiet for a moment before he offers her a small smile. “We’d take them to the prison, judge whether they were guilty or innocent of the crimes against them, and punish them for it if they were proven guilty.” A small shrug to that. The punishment went a variety of it, anything from imprisonment to murder, and it was all what his family had a hand in, what he was supposed to do. Be the Judge, the jury, the executioner if need be.
But he lets the thoughts lie where they are, nodding to her when she explains the best way to trap. He watches her curiously, sees how she does it and makes a mental note to keep it in mind. And he follows her as she sets it up, sees how it works, how it’ll be set up to be unable to be scented and crept upon. But he moves away as soon as she manages to finish it, moving back toward the center where their things sit.
She hands him the cord and he hums a quiet chuckle at it. “Alright.” He thinks he’ll be terrible at it, but it’s worth a shot at least. So he takes the knife he’d given her, follows the motions, and then goes to a separate trail to set the trap to cover more paths. He follows the way she’d pulled a branch down, pinned it, set it up there before he returns to her with a glimmer of that roguish charm within his stormy gaze. “So how long do we wait?” A brief pause. "And where?"
But he lets the thoughts lie where they are, nodding to her when she explains the best way to trap. He watches her curiously, sees how she does it and makes a mental note to keep it in mind. And he follows her as she sets it up, sees how it works, how it’ll be set up to be unable to be scented and crept upon. But he moves away as soon as she manages to finish it, moving back toward the center where their things sit.
She hands him the cord and he hums a quiet chuckle at it. “Alright.” He thinks he’ll be terrible at it, but it’s worth a shot at least. So he takes the knife he’d given her, follows the motions, and then goes to a separate trail to set the trap to cover more paths. He follows the way she’d pulled a branch down, pinned it, set it up there before he returns to her with a glimmer of that roguish charm within his stormy gaze. “So how long do we wait?” A brief pause. "And where?"
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
