// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
They do have ways of doing that. Haai had been a blessing the Flood hadn’t known he needed, and splitting from her had been an excruciating pain. The thought of it potentially happening again is precisely why he’s now so protective over the sea panther cub stretched out over his shoulders now. Of course, it’s much to Petronella’s displeasure, but he hopes one day she might understand.
As for Maea’s comment, Sunjata hums a sound, nodding his head slightly. “Mm, well, when it’s satisfied you can eat normally. I’ve heard some Ancients use it as a guideline for when they’re about to run low and need to go out and hunt.” Depending on how rare they wanted their meals would indicate just how close they were.
Though it isn’t like Sunjata can judge. After the war ended he’d gotten incredibly thin, refusing to eat to the point he could only sustain himself in his shifts. So he harbored his own time of a similar bloodlust, shifting into the panther or dragon shift and going out to hunt.
His steel gaze flickers back to her, though, curiosity blooming on his face when she decides to ask him something because of who he is now, and he nods. “Sure.” He doesn’t know if he has a good answer to what she wishes to ask, but, he can certainly try.
As for Maea’s comment, Sunjata hums a sound, nodding his head slightly. “Mm, well, when it’s satisfied you can eat normally. I’ve heard some Ancients use it as a guideline for when they’re about to run low and need to go out and hunt.” Depending on how rare they wanted their meals would indicate just how close they were.
Though it isn’t like Sunjata can judge. After the war ended he’d gotten incredibly thin, refusing to eat to the point he could only sustain himself in his shifts. So he harbored his own time of a similar bloodlust, shifting into the panther or dragon shift and going out to hunt.
His steel gaze flickers back to her, though, curiosity blooming on his face when she decides to ask him something because of who he is now, and he nods. “Sure.” He doesn’t know if he has a good answer to what she wishes to ask, but, he can certainly try.
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
