SuNJATA
the flood
She presses tighter against him and he’s content to just cocoon them there — but a thought hits him and he shifts his skin along his arms to that of the Panther form, darkening his skin with the warm fur of the feline shift as he tangles his hand with hers, keeping the blanket close.
The question, however, causes him to tear his gaze away from the window to the woman in his arms, jaw clenching ever so slightly as he debates telling her or not. “Some more than others perhaps.” He offers at first, keeping her close as he exhales a quiet sigh. “But they should expect nothing less, really. You can’t cage people and expect them to remain in the boundaries when the cage is gone.”
The question, however, causes him to tear his gaze away from the window to the woman in his arms, jaw clenching ever so slightly as he debates telling her or not. “Some more than others perhaps.” He offers at first, keeping her close as he exhales a quiet sigh. “But they should expect nothing less, really. You can’t cage people and expect them to remain in the boundaries when the cage is gone.”
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
