SUNJATA
the flood
“Now there’s a thought.” Sunjata nearly trills, amusement flickering through him as he squeezes her in the hug. But his grip loosens when he continues to speak, the suggestion and need of the predator beneath his skin, burrowing and brimming with thoughts. Her elbow to his stomach ends with him letting her go fully, wings flaring in a bit of an outburst. “Hey!” He protests, a laugh leaving him. “That was a bit uncalled for if you ask me.” He feigns pain, unable to keep the crooked and toothy grin from his face.
He puffs out a bit of air as if he takes her words into consideration. “I’m not a monster, Vai.” He rumbles, though the gleam in his eye is still very much that glint of something other. The armor on his skin retracts until tattooed and scarred skin remains, the wings disappearing soon after. “Can’t help it sometimes with how many shifts I have at my disposal.” Besides the fact how now, his shifts have been relatively even. Only the dragon had dipped the scales in the other direction.
He puffs out a bit of air as if he takes her words into consideration. “I’m not a monster, Vai.” He rumbles, though the gleam in his eye is still very much that glint of something other. The armor on his skin retracts until tattooed and scarred skin remains, the wings disappearing soon after. “Can’t help it sometimes with how many shifts I have at my disposal.” Besides the fact how now, his shifts have been relatively even. Only the dragon had dipped the scales in the other direction.
i can tell just what you want // you don't want to be alone
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.
