SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
She doesn’t have to say it for him to know how his words have hit. And it brings a boyish smile to his face as the silence of that goes on until she’s visibly shaking her head and sticks her tongue out at him – bringing another hum of a laugh from him. “You do remind me of my sister quite a bit, you know.” Little does he know that very same sister would be seeing him soon, arriving at his door as well. “It’s not a bad thing.” He tacks on with a crooked grin of amusement.
But it falters as he explains what it’s like to shift, how it changes the person and how you feel while you’re in it, and he can’t help the slight smirk that crosses his face. “Yes. Basically.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Everyone’s a little different, but. For me, when I’m… Startled or spooked, I guess, the feathers appear or the horns appear.” He pauses, keeping his navy feathers out on display as the nyala horns spiral from his head. “Both are prey animals.” He retracts all of them into his skin before the armored plates replace the feathers on his shoulders and the horns disappear in favor for sharp claws on the hand that rests on the table. “When I’m being protective or aggressive, then the predators come out.”
He considers her for a brief moment, trying to figure out how to word it. “I don’t control my partial shifts most times. I try to keep them on a leash but sometimes they just happen, so I guess if you ever wanted an idea of what I’m feeling, just look for them.” He shrugs. “As for controlling it, though, it’s a part of you. Like… A part of your soul that you just give into.” He leans back in his chair and drags from the cigarette again.
“One of my first dates with Nate was on the disappearing islands and I showed him my snake shift. Little did we know that a bunch of sea turtles were hatching and it took everything within me to stop from eating one.” This is said with a bright laugh, before an idea strikes him and he pulls out the journal from his pocket, grabs the pen and opens halfway through the book to write down ‘sea turtles’, before tucking the book away for later.
But it falters as he explains what it’s like to shift, how it changes the person and how you feel while you’re in it, and he can’t help the slight smirk that crosses his face. “Yes. Basically.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Everyone’s a little different, but. For me, when I’m… Startled or spooked, I guess, the feathers appear or the horns appear.” He pauses, keeping his navy feathers out on display as the nyala horns spiral from his head. “Both are prey animals.” He retracts all of them into his skin before the armored plates replace the feathers on his shoulders and the horns disappear in favor for sharp claws on the hand that rests on the table. “When I’m being protective or aggressive, then the predators come out.”
He considers her for a brief moment, trying to figure out how to word it. “I don’t control my partial shifts most times. I try to keep them on a leash but sometimes they just happen, so I guess if you ever wanted an idea of what I’m feeling, just look for them.” He shrugs. “As for controlling it, though, it’s a part of you. Like… A part of your soul that you just give into.” He leans back in his chair and drags from the cigarette again.
“One of my first dates with Nate was on the disappearing islands and I showed him my snake shift. Little did we know that a bunch of sea turtles were hatching and it took everything within me to stop from eating one.” This is said with a bright laugh, before an idea strikes him and he pulls out the journal from his pocket, grabs the pen and opens halfway through the book to write down ‘sea turtles’, before tucking the book away for later.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
