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
There’s a lot of things that scared the Flood these days. Melita’s flying? Wasn’t one of them. Probably because he knew it wouldn’t kill him, or maybe because he knew that if it went too haywire he could just fly himself and save himself the trouble. Or maybe, it’s because the creatures that lurked somewhere in the underbrush around here would strike fear in him far more than anything else.
At any rate, they all have their eyes peeled. “When we had to plant them all?” He’d thought about that not too long ago, actually, and he shrivels a little bit internally to realize that they likely wouldn’t be that lucky again. “Ten would be nice to have. Not for like… An amount we need, though. Every other time it’s been easier.” He laments, drifting further, looking down the pathway again to see something rumbling through. Not a rose, unfortunately, but a void river star that has him stilling as his heart jumps into his chest and his scars flare with lightning cracks of light.
He knows what a normal river star looks like, and this one harbors too many sharp edges of points for teeth, tentacles otherwise hidden that float in the air behind it as it seems to ignore their very presence and Sunjata simply watches it trundle past.
At any rate, they all have their eyes peeled. “When we had to plant them all?” He’d thought about that not too long ago, actually, and he shrivels a little bit internally to realize that they likely wouldn’t be that lucky again. “Ten would be nice to have. Not for like… An amount we need, though. Every other time it’s been easier.” He laments, drifting further, looking down the pathway again to see something rumbling through. Not a rose, unfortunately, but a void river star that has him stilling as his heart jumps into his chest and his scars flare with lightning cracks of light.
He knows what a normal river star looks like, and this one harbors too many sharp edges of points for teeth, tentacles otherwise hidden that float in the air behind it as it seems to ignore their very presence and Sunjata simply watches it trundle past.
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.
