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
He very nearly asks her how many black dragons were often in the Oerwoud - or if she hadn’t recognized the jagged scar along one of his wings, deep and pale and biting. But he realizes shortly after that she hadn’t been around for that part of his story - when his father had broken his wing here, among the jungle, only to have to have it set and fixed where only little bits of magic could help heal it.
So he opts for the more polite version of it, nodding and offering her a crooked smile, made lopsided by the healed yet dark and somewhat puckered scar that bisects the left side of his cheek. “I usually give into my shifts if I’m in them. Easier to give the dragon what it wants than try to take control.” He shrugs his tattooed shoulders casually, uncaring how presentable Maea tried to be around him.
“I'm good. Now, at least. Not infected anymore, so… That’s been nice. Makes going to Starfall fuckin’ shitty, though.” His nose wrinkles, his lightning scarred hand lifting to run through his hair, flecked with more silver than Maea likely could recall, as he exhales a sigh. “You?”
So he opts for the more polite version of it, nodding and offering her a crooked smile, made lopsided by the healed yet dark and somewhat puckered scar that bisects the left side of his cheek. “I usually give into my shifts if I’m in them. Easier to give the dragon what it wants than try to take control.” He shrugs his tattooed shoulders casually, uncaring how presentable Maea tried to be around him.
“I'm good. Now, at least. Not infected anymore, so… That’s been nice. Makes going to Starfall fuckin’ shitty, though.” His nose wrinkles, his lightning scarred hand lifting to run through his hair, flecked with more silver than Maea likely could recall, as he exhales a sigh. “You?”
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.
