SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
Yeah, it gets worse. It burns within him and he’s not sure where the burning of the alcohol begins and the burning of his frustration ends – perhaps they’re the same, taking turns in his gut of shame and worry. But he tries to get the point across, avoiding looking at Nate for as long as he can. Prolonging the look he fears he might see within that bright blue eye, beneath the bandage that sits tied to his head.
He reaches for the glass again and takes a deeper drink before setting it down and takes a step back to where his hip hits the counter-top behind him. Nate’s completely cast in shadow now, and he contemplates shifting into the panther sight in order to see better, but any attempt causes a sharp edge of pain when his face goes to shift. The dark is probably better, anyway. Probably where he doesn’t have to see Nate’s reaction.
The stone in his gut sinks lower when he hears Nate’s voice and he takes a deep breath, slow and steady as if it might calm him even though he knows it won’t. “I tried to break up the fight.” He explains, voice low and quiet as he can. “Zeph got hit with the blade.” Another pause as he tries to gather whether Nate’s understanding it. “He wouldn’t let me help him, I think he’s with Sam now. I… He walked into me as I moved my arm down.” He shrinks away as he tries to stumble over his thoughts. “...I cut his face.”
He reaches for the glass again and takes a deeper drink before setting it down and takes a step back to where his hip hits the counter-top behind him. Nate’s completely cast in shadow now, and he contemplates shifting into the panther sight in order to see better, but any attempt causes a sharp edge of pain when his face goes to shift. The dark is probably better, anyway. Probably where he doesn’t have to see Nate’s reaction.
The stone in his gut sinks lower when he hears Nate’s voice and he takes a deep breath, slow and steady as if it might calm him even though he knows it won’t. “I tried to break up the fight.” He explains, voice low and quiet as he can. “Zeph got hit with the blade.” Another pause as he tries to gather whether Nate’s understanding it. “He wouldn’t let me help him, I think he’s with Sam now. I… He walked into me as I moved my arm down.” He shrinks away as he tries to stumble over his thoughts. “...I cut his face.”
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
