don't try to follow me, i would hold you down if i could make you the enemy,
Suddenly, the air grows more frantic. It already had a touch of it, Sunjata breaking up a fight that had started over an occupied room. His adrenaline rushes a surprising amount for such a small thing to do, something he’s had to do numerous times for any other ridiculous reason. But the bouncer that comes to him is frantic for another reason, and the second Sunjata hears Hotaru’s name, everything blots out. Hotaru… help… is all that makes it through his mind before he’s switching places with the bouncer, commanding that he deal with finishing this altercation when he shifts to his bat shift, darting down the stairs and out through the entryway to go faster than his long legs could take him.
He shifts back into himself, feet landing on the ground as his body takes on half man half dragon, leathery wings outstretched and slit pupils scouting the dark, snowy world outside the warm doors of the House of Midnight, following the scent he knows deep in his heart to be Hotaru’s while it sits uncomfortably alongside the stark stench of iron. His heart lurches in his throat, his dragon shift taking the reins as he snarls, as he bolts toward the sound, toward Hotaru, toward being that protector now that he has a chance.
As far as he’s concerned, this stranger intends to kill her, and he refuses to lose someone else. He cannot fathom it. The only thing in his mind is to protect what’s his, to take the blows for her that he can, if he needs to. He must protect her, it’s the only way. The final nail in the coffin is the Sunny?! That shrieks through the bond, one that tears at that heartbroken void that keeps him empty, keeps him thinking that there’s something he could’ve done...
But he can do something about it this time. He will do something about it.
In fact, he arrives in a flurry of talons and plated scales and horns and sharp teeth and slit pupils and grabs George by the collar, hauling him off of her to toss him to the ground and pin him in turn, a sharp and guttural, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growls, sharp and deep and possessive over his treasure, his lover, his.
He shifts back into himself, feet landing on the ground as his body takes on half man half dragon, leathery wings outstretched and slit pupils scouting the dark, snowy world outside the warm doors of the House of Midnight, following the scent he knows deep in his heart to be Hotaru’s while it sits uncomfortably alongside the stark stench of iron. His heart lurches in his throat, his dragon shift taking the reins as he snarls, as he bolts toward the sound, toward Hotaru, toward being that protector now that he has a chance.
As far as he’s concerned, this stranger intends to kill her, and he refuses to lose someone else. He cannot fathom it. The only thing in his mind is to protect what’s his, to take the blows for her that he can, if he needs to. He must protect her, it’s the only way. The final nail in the coffin is the Sunny?! That shrieks through the bond, one that tears at that heartbroken void that keeps him empty, keeps him thinking that there’s something he could’ve done...
But he can do something about it this time. He will do something about it.
In fact, he arrives in a flurry of talons and plated scales and horns and sharp teeth and slit pupils and grabs George by the collar, hauling him off of her to toss him to the ground and pin him in turn, a sharp and guttural, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growls, sharp and deep and possessive over his treasure, his lover, his.
the flood
i would let you d o w n
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
