temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
Petronella, now resigned to settling on Sunjata’s shoulders, curls a webbed paw up toward her mouth to lick away any dirt and remnants of her wandering the streets, leaving the two men to speak even if her golden eyes do flicker back toward the Accepted on occasion (partially wondering if he has anymore of the jerky he had just offered her). Sunjata, on the other hand, nods to what Zavien says, humming a note of agreement.
Inclining his head to the introduction, Sunjata flashes a crooked smile, thanks to the scar that bisects his cheek in a half Glasgow smile. “Nice to meet you, Zavien. I’m Sunjata.” Extending the non-lightning scarred hand, there’s the view of a sleeve of tattoos up from this wrist in swirling wave patterns, and while the Accepted may not know him by sight alone, the name might seem to make more sense. He was the Flood, the demigod of Frey, punctuated by the way he steps in closer to shake the man’s hand and his scent drifts over toward the other man which becomes whatever Zavien finds most appealing.
He was also a previous governor of this very region, but that had felt like decades ago. "Have you just arrived in Torchline or are you intending to leave soon?" He asks.
Inclining his head to the introduction, Sunjata flashes a crooked smile, thanks to the scar that bisects his cheek in a half Glasgow smile. “Nice to meet you, Zavien. I’m Sunjata.” Extending the non-lightning scarred hand, there’s the view of a sleeve of tattoos up from this wrist in swirling wave patterns, and while the Accepted may not know him by sight alone, the name might seem to make more sense. He was the Flood, the demigod of Frey, punctuated by the way he steps in closer to shake the man’s hand and his scent drifts over toward the other man which becomes whatever Zavien finds most appealing.
He was also a previous governor of this very region, but that had felt like decades ago. "Have you just arrived in Torchline or are you intending to leave soon?" He asks.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
