SuNjATA
the flood
He knows it’s a bit contradictory, the advice he plans to give her, but he settles once he’s demonstrated his attack to watch as she acknowledges him beside her. You have nails, don’t you? He hums his suggestion toward her through the Attuned bond, letting a hint of amusement slip from him as he silences himself to let her continue. She’s right, though, that she could very easily be swatted away – but depending on whether or not the creature is large enough, she might be quick enough to evade such an attack.
Either way, there’s a pulse of appreciation sent toward her as she figures that she can attack it where it can’t see her, a nod of agreement leaving the navy bird. Good call. He hums, waiting until the songbird lands in the grass and once the flickering sensations drift down the Attuned bond, Sunjata shuts it off on his end quickly, following her down as she shifts back and the macaw lands among the grass beside her, shifting into himself and smoothing down his hair where the curls have gone wild around his face.
His head whips toward her as she brings up the Ascended, his hand threading through his hair before it runs along his neck and chest where dozens of bite scars remain, pale against his sunkissed skin. “You don’t necessarily need to hurt someone with pain. You can still immobilize an opponent who can’t feel it.” He admits, before he works his jaw and casts a sidelong glance toward her. “Why… Do you ask specifically about the Ascended?”
Either way, there’s a pulse of appreciation sent toward her as she figures that she can attack it where it can’t see her, a nod of agreement leaving the navy bird. Good call. He hums, waiting until the songbird lands in the grass and once the flickering sensations drift down the Attuned bond, Sunjata shuts it off on his end quickly, following her down as she shifts back and the macaw lands among the grass beside her, shifting into himself and smoothing down his hair where the curls have gone wild around his face.
His head whips toward her as she brings up the Ascended, his hand threading through his hair before it runs along his neck and chest where dozens of bite scars remain, pale against his sunkissed skin. “You don’t necessarily need to hurt someone with pain. You can still immobilize an opponent who can’t feel it.” He admits, before he works his jaw and casts a sidelong glance toward her. “Why… Do you ask specifically about the Ascended?”
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
