SUNJATA
the flood
Sunjata had a natural tendency of self destruction. Given even the slightest opportunity to and the Flood would careen and change pathways only to indulge in those sides of himself. He always had. He picked at a wound until it was too raw, clinging to the pain because he felt as if he deserved it, that it was there because he wasn’t better to prevent it, so he should endure the worst of it because it’s all he knew.
He didn’t have a loving family. His mother had been the best part of it, before his father took her away. Before his father kidnapped Nate and threatened Hotaru. Before he had to challenge his father to a trial where he’d only won because he’d pretended to give into all the horrible things he said about how weak he was.
And then he’d flung them both off of a cliff, with his father’s knife still in his mouth, slicing clean through his cheek.
But he’d survived. And he survives still, even with each scar of each painful wound. It had healed, eventually, and in part thanks to Frey and their understanding. He’d been able to want to live again, rather than be a shadow, watching everyone else live their lives.
So, he nods to hear the agreement, hearing him out and even going so far as to let the nod occur when Iskra mentions that death sounded easier. It’s a thought Sunjata had numerous times. It’s a thought that he still has on the rare occasions that things go wrong. It’s the thought he’d had when Nate had died and he’d told Hotaru while he stood in the very ocean that could kill him from his immortality clause.
But he hadn’t. And he sits here before Iskra, nodding and letting the soft smile crookedly form on his face as he takes a slow inhale. “A lot would be missed. And I guess, for as hard as it is, we get to learn a lot.” A lot of stuff they didn’t want to learn but were subjected to regardless.. But maybe that was life?
Perking up at the request, Sunjata stands almost immediately, drawing up to his full height and letting a huff of a laugh leave him. “It doesn’t hurt. Just feels weird for a moment until everything’s back in place.” He offers easily, stepping off to the side to give enough space for the shift to take form. It only takes a few seconds before the tall, broad shouldered man becomes a Pegasus – body starting out as white, fading into a royal blue, shifting toward navy and wings that tuck in tight against his sides, tipped in an electric blue that’s brighter than his gaze when he turns back toward Iskra, ears perking forward curiously, an easy body language to suggest that he could come and poke and prod if he wanted to.
He didn’t have a loving family. His mother had been the best part of it, before his father took her away. Before his father kidnapped Nate and threatened Hotaru. Before he had to challenge his father to a trial where he’d only won because he’d pretended to give into all the horrible things he said about how weak he was.
And then he’d flung them both off of a cliff, with his father’s knife still in his mouth, slicing clean through his cheek.
But he’d survived. And he survives still, even with each scar of each painful wound. It had healed, eventually, and in part thanks to Frey and their understanding. He’d been able to want to live again, rather than be a shadow, watching everyone else live their lives.
So, he nods to hear the agreement, hearing him out and even going so far as to let the nod occur when Iskra mentions that death sounded easier. It’s a thought Sunjata had numerous times. It’s a thought that he still has on the rare occasions that things go wrong. It’s the thought he’d had when Nate had died and he’d told Hotaru while he stood in the very ocean that could kill him from his immortality clause.
But he hadn’t. And he sits here before Iskra, nodding and letting the soft smile crookedly form on his face as he takes a slow inhale. “A lot would be missed. And I guess, for as hard as it is, we get to learn a lot.” A lot of stuff they didn’t want to learn but were subjected to regardless.. But maybe that was life?
Perking up at the request, Sunjata stands almost immediately, drawing up to his full height and letting a huff of a laugh leave him. “It doesn’t hurt. Just feels weird for a moment until everything’s back in place.” He offers easily, stepping off to the side to give enough space for the shift to take form. It only takes a few seconds before the tall, broad shouldered man becomes a Pegasus – body starting out as white, fading into a royal blue, shifting toward navy and wings that tuck in tight against his sides, tipped in an electric blue that’s brighter than his gaze when he turns back toward Iskra, ears perking forward curiously, an easy body language to suggest that he could come and poke and prod if he wanted to.
I've got hooks in my sides that you left there
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.
