SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
Letting the rain dissipate, Sunjata utilizes his water magic to pull the liquid from the dragoon’s clothes, ensuring he doesn’t freeze despite the warmth his arms can provide as they drift further into the Citadel. Before too long, the breathy raspiness of his name surprises him, the effect of it flickering in the scars on his face – quite up close and personal with how he’s holding Zavien. Against his neck, multitudes of bite marks flare with light, along with a much older, faded scr down his main aorta in his neck, paired with the scars that break through his eyebrow and the worst looking one that bisects his cheek. All of them flare with a lightning crack of light before he tamps it down, flashing the young dragoon an apologetic smile. “No, uh, definitely not dead. I used a feather to bring you back.” He explains softly, his accent pouring over the words.
“It’s the only one I had, though. I’m afraid I’m not Ronin.” A subtle way of saying don’t make it a habit. Not that anyone anticipates dying. He surely hadn’t the many times he’d come to the brink. (At least here in Caido, I should say. He expected it quite often in the past and never once succeeded.) “The yeti is dead and the Tundra’s cleansed. We’re in the Citadel right now.” He offers quietly, trying to give the man a brief tidbit of what all has transpired since he’d taken his last breath. “It’s a good thing I was with Remi when you called to him.”
“It’s the only one I had, though. I’m afraid I’m not Ronin.” A subtle way of saying don’t make it a habit. Not that anyone anticipates dying. He surely hadn’t the many times he’d come to the brink. (At least here in Caido, I should say. He expected it quite often in the past and never once succeeded.) “The yeti is dead and the Tundra’s cleansed. We’re in the Citadel right now.” He offers quietly, trying to give the man a brief tidbit of what all has transpired since he’d taken his last breath. “It’s a good thing I was with Remi when you called to him.”
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
