SUNJATA
the flood
“Hey, the last time I was struck by lightning was years ago. I feel luckier these days.” Wiggling the fingers on the very much lightning scarred hand (that traces in electric arcs up his arm all the way until it crosses along his chest, searching for his heart) for emphasis.
But she’s stepping out of the door frame, still in those thin PJs and Sunjata can’t help but to take in the outfit with a hint of surprise. It was still drizzling, but she’d said she didn’t care about the weather, so…
Stepping off the porch, Sunjata turns back to her with a wider smile. “Okay, so, when you hop on make sure you’re sitting under my wings. I’ll be able to hear you but you can pull all you want to on my mane if it makes ya feel better.” It airs in a playful tease, like he isn’t opposed to having hair pulled. Then, the water drenched demigod easily becomes Pegasus before Colt’s eyes.
Tri colored wings flare out and fluff up before he’s lowering his head toward her on his approach, rounding to the side so that she could hop on, extending one wing out enough to prop it up higher so that she could sidle in beneath the joint there. He lowers himself to help her in whichever way he can, but something tells him if anyone’s familiar with hopping on a horse’s back in the middle of nowhere with no tools or fences around, it would be her.
But she’s stepping out of the door frame, still in those thin PJs and Sunjata can’t help but to take in the outfit with a hint of surprise. It was still drizzling, but she’d said she didn’t care about the weather, so…
Stepping off the porch, Sunjata turns back to her with a wider smile. “Okay, so, when you hop on make sure you’re sitting under my wings. I’ll be able to hear you but you can pull all you want to on my mane if it makes ya feel better.” It airs in a playful tease, like he isn’t opposed to having hair pulled. Then, the water drenched demigod easily becomes Pegasus before Colt’s eyes.
Tri colored wings flare out and fluff up before he’s lowering his head toward her on his approach, rounding to the side so that she could hop on, extending one wing out enough to prop it up higher so that she could sidle in beneath the joint there. He lowers himself to help her in whichever way he can, but something tells him if anyone’s familiar with hopping on a horse’s back in the middle of nowhere with no tools or fences around, it would be her.
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.
