and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
The difference was that Sunjata had come from a land where none of this was possible. No magic, no shifting, no nothing aside from advanced technology and horrible people. So he scans the crowd they walk along, through the port, gaze drifting over toward Neos when he speaks of the Ascended. “Not sure what that means.” It’s an honest answer – but given that Sunjata’s married to one of them, he perhaps lets his gaze narrow on Neos a bit longer, trying to figure out whether it was something good or bad.
As for the rest of the attuned comment, Sunjata snorts, shaking his head. “That’s not possible here.” He offers, by way of shifting into air or mist or anything of that nature. Creatures, those were the possibilities. Beyond that, nothing. Still, his gaze remains on Neos while they walk. “The animals aren’t so bad.” Turning his head away, he continues down the path, tattooed and scarred skin shifting to the armor plates of his dragon shift, jagged and rough edged, the spiderwebbing of lightning scars that crosses one arm and half his chest.
As for the rest of the attuned comment, Sunjata snorts, shaking his head. “That’s not possible here.” He offers, by way of shifting into air or mist or anything of that nature. Creatures, those were the possibilities. Beyond that, nothing. Still, his gaze remains on Neos while they walk. “The animals aren’t so bad.” Turning his head away, he continues down the path, tattooed and scarred skin shifting to the armor plates of his dragon shift, jagged and rough edged, the spiderwebbing of lightning scars that crosses one arm and half his chest.
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bulletproof
SUNJATA
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.
