when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
It’s true, she doesn’t need his protection. But he could never stand there idly by and watch as something happens. He doesn’t have his bow and arrow with him, he doesn’t have Safrin’s daggers with him. All he has are the weapons beneath his skin to protect himself and those around him. But he stays back, not involving himself, not pushing himself into being involved — simply remaining there with a snarl to his scarred, draconian head.
Lightning crackles around his jaw, zipping through each row of teeth, but that’s the most that he does. She sends her arrow off and he watches as it lands, sinking into the tiger’s shoulder, watching as it hisses its pain and Sunjata’s lightning begins to dissipate. He steps back, giving Melita space, peering above her head from slit pupils to watch as the tiger begins to slink off, and he shifts back into himself once he’s sure the danger has passed.
He shoves his hands into his pockets as Haai finds her place beside him again, his gaze dropping to the griffin with a small nod as she begins to run off ahead again, scouting for something of interest — a creature for lunch, perhaps. And Sunjata? Sunjata remains masked and quiet, to himself, following her in case this venture had some sort of end result, wondering if he was even welcome in it after all of it.
Lightning crackles around his jaw, zipping through each row of teeth, but that’s the most that he does. She sends her arrow off and he watches as it lands, sinking into the tiger’s shoulder, watching as it hisses its pain and Sunjata’s lightning begins to dissipate. He steps back, giving Melita space, peering above her head from slit pupils to watch as the tiger begins to slink off, and he shifts back into himself once he’s sure the danger has passed.
He shoves his hands into his pockets as Haai finds her place beside him again, his gaze dropping to the griffin with a small nod as she begins to run off ahead again, scouting for something of interest — a creature for lunch, perhaps. And Sunjata? Sunjata remains masked and quiet, to himself, following her in case this venture had some sort of end result, wondering if he was even welcome in it after all of it.
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.
