SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
He wants to respond, wants to explain more about the leash he had and Kamaria, but Ronin’s boot comes down again and he hisses with the pain, wheezing through his short bursts of breaths with what he's pretty sure is a broken rib or two. He curls in on his side so that he can spit another mouthful of blood onto the sand. His body still warps slightly with the armor that plates and coats his body, the feathers that stick up in between them.
Brows furrowed and blood dripping from a cut in his brow, he watches Ronin with a glare. Trust and respect dictated by starlit chains? He snaps back, his own wings flaring out to create a type of brace to keep a bit of distance between them even though it’s futile. “That’s not healthy, Ronin.” He snaps, teeth clicking against one another.
His lightning scarred hand covers his ribs to try and prevent more of the blows there, wheezing in another breath. “Tell me, if the roles were reversed and you had to choose between her and Remi, and Remi was on the other side of the war, would you still choose her?”
Brows furrowed and blood dripping from a cut in his brow, he watches Ronin with a glare. Trust and respect dictated by starlit chains? He snaps back, his own wings flaring out to create a type of brace to keep a bit of distance between them even though it’s futile. “That’s not healthy, Ronin.” He snaps, teeth clicking against one another.
His lightning scarred hand covers his ribs to try and prevent more of the blows there, wheezing in another breath. “Tell me, if the roles were reversed and you had to choose between her and Remi, and Remi was on the other side of the war, would you still choose her?”
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
