SuNJATA
the flood
The thud brings him out of his stupor – jaw working and muscles feathering over and over again as his nose wrinkles with the thought. “I want to. I don’t know how likely that’s gonna be, though.” He was one of the strongest and now, no longer under the Family’s thumb. He was forced to be a portion of those to heal and cleanse. “I’m going to start with King’s End at least. Get it protected.” Because that was the logical thing.
And to be able to go in front of his region and be transparent in what had occurred, that was another important thing.
His gaze flits to the bag she drags over, though, nodding slowly before confusion flares and allows the feathers to disappear. “You didn’t have to get me gifts, heuningby.” He says softly, but there’s a small smile if not also a tired one that grows along his face. But he waits, allowing her to show him nonetheless.
And to be able to go in front of his region and be transparent in what had occurred, that was another important thing.
His gaze flits to the bag she drags over, though, nodding slowly before confusion flares and allows the feathers to disappear. “You didn’t have to get me gifts, heuningby.” He says softly, but there’s a small smile if not also a tired one that grows along his face. But he waits, allowing her to show him nonetheless.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
