SUNJATA
look who's digging their own grave
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
The work never ends, now that he’s finally not in the clutches of the Family. So as he leaves Torchline, it’s with a visit to his niece to see if she might accompany him there. With a yes and a bit to pack up, they land in the Greatwood amongst the Firecracker, right into the green lush forests of the Greatwood.
Already Sunjata is a bit on edge, as if waiting for something of the void to jump out at him, but he seems to carry it well. “So we need flowers, obviously, but I swear I haven’t heard of a single person finding one since everyone fuckin’ started to look for them.” He grates out, sighing, casting a glance toward his niece to avoid the underbrush briefly before they start their search.
Already Sunjata is a bit on edge, as if waiting for something of the void to jump out at him, but he seems to carry it well. “So we need flowers, obviously, but I swear I haven’t heard of a single person finding one since everyone fuckin’ started to look for them.” He grates out, sighing, casting a glance toward his niece to avoid the underbrush briefly before they start their search.
look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it
and what will you have left?
and what will you have left?
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.
