SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
He can feel the clenched fists between him and this other man, still unknown to him with the blade pressed against his throat. But Sunjata doesn’t relent — in a far better position than Korbin is at this very moment. And as Korbin snarls back in his face, Sunjata can’t help the dark smirk that crosses his face, a chuckle that leaves him at the audacity as Korbin struggles to get released.
The blade slices his neck, and hot blood from the cut begins to drip along the dagger. And internally, Sunjata wonders what race this man is, what kind of things he was looking for in this place. But the man stills and Sunjata’s fist tightens in the man’s collar, pushing him back with the blade still at his throat. He can feel the anger, pain, hint of fear in the Attuned bond, and that smirk grows a small amount. “Actually, it is my business. This is my business.” He says, referring to the bar, teeth partially shifted to fangs as he focuses on the man before him with that predatory stillness of his panther form.
“So. You’re going to tell me who the fuck you are.” He pulls the blade away a small amount, an inch away from the man’s skin, waiting for an answer.
The blade slices his neck, and hot blood from the cut begins to drip along the dagger. And internally, Sunjata wonders what race this man is, what kind of things he was looking for in this place. But the man stills and Sunjata’s fist tightens in the man’s collar, pushing him back with the blade still at his throat. He can feel the anger, pain, hint of fear in the Attuned bond, and that smirk grows a small amount. “Actually, it is my business. This is my business.” He says, referring to the bar, teeth partially shifted to fangs as he focuses on the man before him with that predatory stillness of his panther form.
“So. You’re going to tell me who the fuck you are.” He pulls the blade away a small amount, an inch away from the man’s skin, waiting for an answer.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
