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
“They’re different in each one. Like viewing different worlds or memories or something.” He starts to say. The fine line between his brow deepens as he tries to put it into words for the Tidebreaker, before he decides inevitably to perhaps make it not make sense in order to just get some kind of explanation out of the way. “One of the pools, I thought I saw what looked similarly to Korofi – where I’m from. Large glass and metal buildings and a lot of rain.” He shrugs a shoulder as if to push past that memory before he clears his throat and leans back, bracing on his hands in the cold snow, melting a handprint underneath his palms.
“The others weren’t reflections either, but one of sunshine and green and another that reminded me of the ocean.” Deep waves, one he doesn’t need to wax poetics on given that if anyone was familiar with the ocean, it was certainly the Mer in front of him.
“The others weren’t reflections either, but one of sunshine and green and another that reminded me of the ocean.” Deep waves, one he doesn’t need to wax poetics on given that if anyone was familiar with the ocean, it was certainly the Mer in front of him.
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.
