SUNJATA
clipped wings and you're the one holding the bone saw
now things are getting so out of control
now things are getting so out of control
He’d allow Hadama however much time he needed to consider the offer, but when he returns with an acceptance so easily, Sunjata’s smile blooms on his face – lopsided from the scar, it’s still genuine as he nods his head. “Thank you.” He doesn’t know what’s next for King’s End just yet, but for the moment having the comfort in knowing that they would help him if he needed it alleviated any buried stress over fortifying King’s End into a safer region.
Likewise, he doesn’t worry over Harper’s agreement with it, already having helped the man in the House of Midnight not too long ago. But that thought passes as soon as he doesn’t have to listen to the Will O Wisp any longer and he exhales a soft sigh of relief, tension draining from his shoulders as he rocks back on his heels a bit, head tilting slightly at the question – finding it one of the last things he expected to be asked.
“Sure, what’s on your mind?” He comes closer to the water this time, dropping down his height to sit along the edge, partially shifting his lower half to that of his orca shift – the white and black blubber scarred with the circular jaggedness of shark bites that dips below the water, trying to bring himself closer to Hadama’s level instead of towering over from the water’s edge.
Likewise, he doesn’t worry over Harper’s agreement with it, already having helped the man in the House of Midnight not too long ago. But that thought passes as soon as he doesn’t have to listen to the Will O Wisp any longer and he exhales a soft sigh of relief, tension draining from his shoulders as he rocks back on his heels a bit, head tilting slightly at the question – finding it one of the last things he expected to be asked.
“Sure, what’s on your mind?” He comes closer to the water this time, dropping down his height to sit along the edge, partially shifting his lower half to that of his orca shift – the white and black blubber scarred with the circular jaggedness of shark bites that dips below the water, trying to bring himself closer to Hadama’s level instead of towering over from the water’s edge.
the spiraling starts and we can't pull up, our hands are tied together so,
on the way down, we make every moment count
on the way down, we make every moment count
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.
