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
The market had been a work in progress, honestly, in between collecting the items for Frey’s shrine. It was either here or the House of Midnight, a space where he’d built temporary space in the back of it – even used his old rooms, to host some of the items that had been saved alongside the displaced people. And now, the Flood is back to the Castaway Exchange, diving beneath the surface to attempt to collect anything that may have survived that was personal.
But even Sunjata needs a break occasionally, slipping to the surface to dry off in the Longheat sun, taking a moment to organize a few things in his bag of holding when he notices the dragon companion hovering above a figure in the near distance, and Sunjata finds himself drifting closer until he’s within earshot of the other man. “Hey, Talyson!” He calls, offering a wave should the courier look over, offering a small smile as well. Shirtless as he is, the lightning scars that cover his right hand can be seen arcing over his shoulder and chest, inching toward his heart, alongside the flaming arrow tattoo over his pectoral and the NW scarred in above his hip. “Are you looking for something?” He asks, not quite realizing just yet that the former Halovian was collecting the wooden debris from the ships.
But even Sunjata needs a break occasionally, slipping to the surface to dry off in the Longheat sun, taking a moment to organize a few things in his bag of holding when he notices the dragon companion hovering above a figure in the near distance, and Sunjata finds himself drifting closer until he’s within earshot of the other man. “Hey, Talyson!” He calls, offering a wave should the courier look over, offering a small smile as well. Shirtless as he is, the lightning scars that cover his right hand can be seen arcing over his shoulder and chest, inching toward his heart, alongside the flaming arrow tattoo over his pectoral and the NW scarred in above his hip. “Are you looking for something?” He asks, not quite realizing just yet that the former Halovian was collecting the wooden debris from the ships.
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.
