SuNJATA
the flood
That’s one thing they can all agree on. Bars are a great place to get the downlow of everything. Only Sunjata has had the benefit of not being the one pretending to be drunk – just the one inhabiting the abilities of loosening lips. It’s been made harder with his sickness as of late, and the unexpected results of the wedding, but… He’s here, out for some air, venturing to the Spire in the wonders of whether or not slipping through is something he wants to do. But gods how he hates the cold, how he hates the snow.
And right now? It’s hot as hell in the Hollowed Grounds. He gets away with a sleeveless shirt, all his tattoos on full display, steel eyes slightly less haunted than they had been in recent days as he still tries to get used to the ring on his finger. It’s heavy, enchanted nonetheless, and part of him at times wants to shy away from wearing it out in public, having never expected it to be there in the first place.
He doesn’t, but the thought is tempting.
Just like as he steps closer to the Spire, gaze lingering on it as his arms start to partially shift with deep navy feathers, casting a shadow of sorts as he approaches. He doesn’t see anyone else around at first, but the closer he gets, he suddenly spots a woman that almost appears to be circling it. He has almost a foot on her, and he halts before the Spire – peering up at it before looking over to her almost in some form of nonchalance.
“It’s a bit ugly, if I’m being honest.” He rumbles by way of greeting, gesturing to the broken Spire that sticks out like a sore thumb among the rest of it. But it’s all kind of drab and pitiful here in the Hollowed Grounds, is it not?
Weaver
And right now? It’s hot as hell in the Hollowed Grounds. He gets away with a sleeveless shirt, all his tattoos on full display, steel eyes slightly less haunted than they had been in recent days as he still tries to get used to the ring on his finger. It’s heavy, enchanted nonetheless, and part of him at times wants to shy away from wearing it out in public, having never expected it to be there in the first place.
He doesn’t, but the thought is tempting.
Just like as he steps closer to the Spire, gaze lingering on it as his arms start to partially shift with deep navy feathers, casting a shadow of sorts as he approaches. He doesn’t see anyone else around at first, but the closer he gets, he suddenly spots a woman that almost appears to be circling it. He has almost a foot on her, and he halts before the Spire – peering up at it before looking over to her almost in some form of nonchalance.
“It’s a bit ugly, if I’m being honest.” He rumbles by way of greeting, gesturing to the broken Spire that sticks out like a sore thumb among the rest of it. But it’s all kind of drab and pitiful here in the Hollowed Grounds, is it not?
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
