And I can taste it, it's my sweet beginning
Unfortunately he doesn’t hear Melita. He doesn’t hear anything but his thundering heartbeat, doesn’t hear anything except the crowd that roars and continues to throw things and he wonders how he may go about stopping it without causing much more harm. At the end of the day, though, perhaps someone had been right in those war room lessons… Lessons Sunjata had never understood.
Haai, inside the burning home, seeks out Melita in the hopes of getting a guide out of the house. And with it, if she manages to snatch up a kitten between her teeth to try and carry outside, then she will.
It only takes the pulsing crowd toward him and the rock to his face, the drip of blood that he can feel warm and wet against his face he tries to smear away the blood from dripping into his mouth. “I said enough!” He can’t help the bellowing of his voice, the dipping into the accent as he steps toward the mob, hoping to capture their attention.
Armored plates continue to rove and appear along his body, the horns that spiral from his head. “Its me you want.” He snaps, shifting back into that dragon and using his weight and size to try to push the mob back from the home, onto more even footing, a clearing of dune grasses and sand. His throat glimmers with a blue glow of his rage but he doesn’t let the lightning go.
Haai, inside the burning home, seeks out Melita in the hopes of getting a guide out of the house. And with it, if she manages to snatch up a kitten between her teeth to try and carry outside, then she will.
It only takes the pulsing crowd toward him and the rock to his face, the drip of blood that he can feel warm and wet against his face he tries to smear away the blood from dripping into his mouth. “I said enough!” He can’t help the bellowing of his voice, the dipping into the accent as he steps toward the mob, hoping to capture their attention.
Armored plates continue to rove and appear along his body, the horns that spiral from his head. “Its me you want.” He snaps, shifting back into that dragon and using his weight and size to try to push the mob back from the home, onto more even footing, a clearing of dune grasses and sand. His throat glimmers with a blue glow of his rage but he doesn’t let the lightning go.
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.
