// corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town
could it be it's the same as the last? //
could it be it's the same as the last? //
Distracted as he is by the menacing shape of the river star devouring its meal, Sunjata can’t help the curl of his lip when his name is called by a voice he hasn’t heard from in quite some time. It doesn’t stop the curl from remaining on his face, nothing against Sah, but simply the strangeness of this beast in terms of its colors and mannerisms. “A river star.” He answers, accented voice reaching the abandoned as Sunjata steps back beside the Halovian.
Petronella remains in the edges of the water, far enough away to let her gilded gaze focus on the wolves, offering a little squeaky growl of greeting as she splashes in the water and sinks down like her full grown counterparts might. “It’s wrong, though. They don’t usually actively hunt and aren’t usually this color.” His nose wrinkles, attention flickering back to the river star as he reaches up to run a hand through his hair. “What brings you all the way down from your snowy abode?” He asks casually, turning himself so that he can focus on Sah as well as keep the creature in view.
Petronella remains in the edges of the water, far enough away to let her gilded gaze focus on the wolves, offering a little squeaky growl of greeting as she splashes in the water and sinks down like her full grown counterparts might. “It’s wrong, though. They don’t usually actively hunt and aren’t usually this color.” His nose wrinkles, attention flickering back to the river star as he reaches up to run a hand through his hair. “What brings you all the way down from your snowy abode?” He asks casually, turning himself so that he can focus on Sah as well as keep the creature in view.
the flood
// i swear i've seen your face elsewhere before
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass //
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass //
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.
