SUNJATA
the flood
All he can see with his gaze on Sam is vibrant red hair, a cruel smirk, a taunting arrogant man with his hand wrapped around Sunjata’s sister’s shoulder. And all he can see after that is rivers of blood on marble flooring, a blurred vision before a blackout, the impact of his body hitting that very same marble foyer.
And then it’s gone, replaced by Nate — a sudden awareness that has his gaze still sharp, still predatory, the words registering but not soothing so much in the way Nate had hoped. No, feathers continue to flare, teeth edging toward that of his orca shift where each one ends in sharp points. It’s that, which he grits as his jaw clenches, ignoring Sam for Nate who stands in his way. “How did he get in? Why is he here?” He can’t tell if he’s speaking Korofi or the native tongue here anymore, it all blurring together.
“He got her killed. He did.” It ends in a growl much like his panther shift, stepping forward and into Nate, as if the only thing stopping him from ensuring that Sam got out was the fact that Nate was protecting him. “He’ll get you too. He always does om by my terug te kom.” Steel eyes still sharp and narrowed focus on Nate, not seeing as Sam slips around the corner and out of his view.
om by my terug te kom. - to get back at me.
And then it’s gone, replaced by Nate — a sudden awareness that has his gaze still sharp, still predatory, the words registering but not soothing so much in the way Nate had hoped. No, feathers continue to flare, teeth edging toward that of his orca shift where each one ends in sharp points. It’s that, which he grits as his jaw clenches, ignoring Sam for Nate who stands in his way. “How did he get in? Why is he here?” He can’t tell if he’s speaking Korofi or the native tongue here anymore, it all blurring together.
“He got her killed. He did.” It ends in a growl much like his panther shift, stepping forward and into Nate, as if the only thing stopping him from ensuring that Sam got out was the fact that Nate was protecting him. “He’ll get you too. He always does om by my terug te kom.” Steel eyes still sharp and narrowed focus on Nate, not seeing as Sam slips around the corner and out of his view.
om by my terug te kom. - to get back at me.
hard drugs, fake love; it's a sensation
makes one hell of a collaboration
makes one hell of a collaboration
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.
