SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
The eager agreement proves to Sunjata that he’s made the correct choice in giving the woodcutter an offer. One that the Flood doesn’t care whether he does or doesn’t take him up on, but having it there regardless is a boon he imagines for the both of them. In different ways, of course, but to help expand the region of which he ran while simultaneously helping this younger man find his way to a purpose?
It made sense.
“Great.” Sunjata hums softly, letting his lopsided, boyish smile return. If he can help be a little light within Iskra’s mind, he’s happy to help. For all of the awful things Sunjata had done in the past, for the sides he’d chosen in a war he didn’t want and still lost everything in anyway.. The least he could do is help those who needed it, who wanted it.
Nodding to the murmured thank you as Iskra sits back on the log, Sunjata doesn’t sit. He stretches out a little, drawing himself up to his full height for a brief moment. “I’ll send you a letter when we're ready. But, for now, I should probably head back before I’m really late for dinner with my fiancée.” He chuckles a little toward the end, shrugging a tattooed shoulder, before nodding his goodbye to the woodcutter.
In a matter of moments, the Flood shifts from his tall statue to a macaw of navy blue with a stripe of yellow around his black beak, taking to the sky with a croak of goodbye, to vanish back into the Greatwood’s endless maze.
- FIN
It made sense.
“Great.” Sunjata hums softly, letting his lopsided, boyish smile return. If he can help be a little light within Iskra’s mind, he’s happy to help. For all of the awful things Sunjata had done in the past, for the sides he’d chosen in a war he didn’t want and still lost everything in anyway.. The least he could do is help those who needed it, who wanted it.
Nodding to the murmured thank you as Iskra sits back on the log, Sunjata doesn’t sit. He stretches out a little, drawing himself up to his full height for a brief moment. “I’ll send you a letter when we're ready. But, for now, I should probably head back before I’m really late for dinner with my fiancée.” He chuckles a little toward the end, shrugging a tattooed shoulder, before nodding his goodbye to the woodcutter.
In a matter of moments, the Flood shifts from his tall statue to a macaw of navy blue with a stripe of yellow around his black beak, taking to the sky with a croak of goodbye, to vanish back into the Greatwood’s endless maze.
- FIN
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
