SUNJATA
The question of what he’ll do with the blood causes him to pause slightly, a small smile crossing his face. “Nothing really. I keep some of it because Haai likes it.” He rumbles, shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug as he takes the buckets of feathers and horns and sets them aside. “Good for her coat, I think.” He offers her before he leans against the counter to wait for the animal to finish draining.
The next question though has a wide smirk crossing his face. Something challenging and devilish in nature when his gaze finds her again. “Common? I don’t know. I’ve got a few enemies out there though.” He hums, leaving it open for her to question the simplicity of ‘just a few’ versus however many out there Sunjata actively thought were against him. But he waits, gaze lingering on her as if he’s waiting for her inevitable rebuttal, only moving when the bucket begins to fill too much to hold to slide another within reach.
The next question though has a wide smirk crossing his face. Something challenging and devilish in nature when his gaze finds her again. “Common? I don’t know. I’ve got a few enemies out there though.” He hums, leaving it open for her to question the simplicity of ‘just a few’ versus however many out there Sunjata actively thought were against him. But he waits, gaze lingering on her as if he’s waiting for her inevitable rebuttal, only moving when the bucket begins to fill too much to hold to slide another within reach.
we were young, dumb, taking our chance and making romance and breaking our promises
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
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.
