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
Nodding to her question, he puffs his cheeks out with the sigh that follows. “Yup.” Purple, through and through. And maybe that’s partly why his quick thinking had helped Dahlia not escalate the situation. But, he knows, infected or not, he’d still have done the same thing. “I would’ve done the same even if I weren’t infected, though. Might’ve been more worried about it if I wasn’t, admittedly.” His nose wrinkles a little with the recollection, before he’s shaking his head and tilting his storm cloud eyes over toward the pale Ancient.
“Being infected is… Nice. I hate to say it.” His frown tugs awkwardly on the portion of his face where the muscle had been destroyed by the scar that runs through it, but it only seems to make it that much harsher in the Oerwoud’s light. “You don’t worry about anything, all the void shit leaves you alone. After, though? You can see their true faces. You can see who’s infected and even those that are cured still have this like.. echo about them? It goes away but you gotta be brave enough to look long enough for it to disappear in the first place.” His tattooed shoulders shrug, thinking about it briefly yet long enough to grant an almost far away, glazed gleam to his gaze.
“Being infected is… Nice. I hate to say it.” His frown tugs awkwardly on the portion of his face where the muscle had been destroyed by the scar that runs through it, but it only seems to make it that much harsher in the Oerwoud’s light. “You don’t worry about anything, all the void shit leaves you alone. After, though? You can see their true faces. You can see who’s infected and even those that are cured still have this like.. echo about them? It goes away but you gotta be brave enough to look long enough for it to disappear in the first place.” His tattooed shoulders shrug, thinking about it briefly yet long enough to grant an almost far away, glazed gleam to his gaze.
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.
