SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
He runs a hand through his hair, finally lifting his gaze to her. It had been a rather decent work out, evident in the way they’re both sweating – rogue pieces of hair sticking to their faces, sand sticking to other places from the floor of the boxing ring. But all he can do is flash her a humored grin as she narrows her eyes, then scoffs a moment later. “Sure you did.” He teases, but remains there in the sand as she walks over.
His gaze lifts to meet hers from where she hovers over him, considering a few things before her palm is offered out to him. “I heard that, you know.” He rumbles in response to being a ‘cocky bastard’, though nothing in his grin seems to suggest that he’s taken true offense to it. “But fine, a drink it is.” Gods knew he could use one or two.
Raising his hand to meet hers, he grasps on gently – pulling himself up only part of the way before he shifts completely. Man becomes macaw in the blink of an eye, the hand held in hers shifting and melding away into navy feathers that slip out of her hand as he takes to the sky and flies out of the boxing ring toward the small makeshift kitchenette, where he lands on the inside and shifts into himself, already getting to work to grab a couple of glasses for them. “What kind of drink are you in the mood for?” He peers over a feathered, tattooed shoulder to scan her face.
His gaze lifts to meet hers from where she hovers over him, considering a few things before her palm is offered out to him. “I heard that, you know.” He rumbles in response to being a ‘cocky bastard’, though nothing in his grin seems to suggest that he’s taken true offense to it. “But fine, a drink it is.” Gods knew he could use one or two.
Raising his hand to meet hers, he grasps on gently – pulling himself up only part of the way before he shifts completely. Man becomes macaw in the blink of an eye, the hand held in hers shifting and melding away into navy feathers that slip out of her hand as he takes to the sky and flies out of the boxing ring toward the small makeshift kitchenette, where he lands on the inside and shifts into himself, already getting to work to grab a couple of glasses for them. “What kind of drink are you in the mood for?” He peers over a feathered, tattooed shoulder to scan her face.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
