SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
It’s impulsive of him, yes, but it’s probably one of the better impulsive thoughts he’s had in his years in this world. So he gathers his things and heads out with Koa, content to ride along with him on the Skyship (it’s his first time and he realizes just how different it is to actually flying yourself), before they’re heading out toward the location needing to find a campsite for the night.
The hunting is easy as is the fire thanks to Pipsqueak, and Sunjata settles with his elbow propped on his bag of holding, listening as Koa regales the story to him and being ever the good listener as the young Dragoon goes on and on, hanging onto every word he says.
But a thought occurs to him, the Flood sitting up as he reaches into his bag to pluck out an item he hasn’t used or even thought about since before the war. “Maybe getting something that can return to the hand of who throws it would be handy for you?” He suggests, glancing over at Koa over the cracking flame and the sparks.
He shifts to hand the chakram to the young man, the razor sharp edges glinting in the light. It was made by the Voice for her top fighter, a fact Sunjata keeps quiet for the moment. “Give it a throw and see what happens. Just don’t aim it at me.” There’s a crooked smirk that tugs on his scarred lips as he settles back down onto his elbow to watch.
The hunting is easy as is the fire thanks to Pipsqueak, and Sunjata settles with his elbow propped on his bag of holding, listening as Koa regales the story to him and being ever the good listener as the young Dragoon goes on and on, hanging onto every word he says.
But a thought occurs to him, the Flood sitting up as he reaches into his bag to pluck out an item he hasn’t used or even thought about since before the war. “Maybe getting something that can return to the hand of who throws it would be handy for you?” He suggests, glancing over at Koa over the cracking flame and the sparks.
He shifts to hand the chakram to the young man, the razor sharp edges glinting in the light. It was made by the Voice for her top fighter, a fact Sunjata keeps quiet for the moment. “Give it a throw and see what happens. Just don’t aim it at me.” There’s a crooked smirk that tugs on his scarred lips as he settles back down onto his elbow to watch.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
