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 wings don’t disappear as they continue to collect pieces of wood and debris from the flooding, Sunjata’s deep rumble of a voice carrying easily across the distance when they part further than previously as Sunjata collects another piece of wood. “It had healed by then. Enough for flight, but yeah… It happened before then.” He huffs, recalling how his father had been on such a high horse to believe that Sunjata attuning to gods for shifts were a sign of weakness – needing something else under his skin besides himself to be worthy.
Thoughts that burn away as he tucks them back into hiding, glancing over at Tal as he trips over another piece of wood. He returns, handing Tal another piece of wood. He scans him to make sure he’s okay, though, given the flush at the back of the other man’s neck Sunjata decides it best to not mention it aloud that he’d seen it. “So what about you? What’d you do to get the ire of the sword?” He flashes him a playful half smile.
Thoughts that burn away as he tucks them back into hiding, glancing over at Tal as he trips over another piece of wood. He returns, handing Tal another piece of wood. He scans him to make sure he’s okay, though, given the flush at the back of the other man’s neck Sunjata decides it best to not mention it aloud that he’d seen it. “So what about you? What’d you do to get the ire of the sword?” He flashes him a playful half smile.
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.
