SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Frowning at the lack of anything that could be useful, the Flood sighs and wrinkles his nose at the cluster of flora growing in the underbrush of the Mathair – to the mushrooms he can spot on the underside of the wood. “We’re pretty late to it, so it’ll be hard to get something from Stormbreak to block them.” He laments, tilting his attention back toward her as he drifts a little closer, having given up in the section he’d been looking at.
As for the rest, he follows her gilded gaze around in case there was anything to note, but when that comes up empty too, he nods back to her. “Yeah, seems like a bust. Where do you wanna go next?” He asks, letting her take the lead for wherever they went to on their Roses Tour.
As for the rest, he follows her gilded gaze around in case there was anything to note, but when that comes up empty too, he nods back to her. “Yeah, seems like a bust. Where do you wanna go next?” He asks, letting her take the lead for wherever they went to on their Roses Tour.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
