SUNJATA
the flood
The rain pelts on, but Sunjata doesn’t seem to notice or care as he ramps them up to take flight. He can feel the way she grips against him, her body tense where she tightens her thighs and flattens herself as much as she can to make take off that much easier. And if she’d had an attuned bond, he might have thanked her for thinking of that. But she doesn’t and he can’t, so the Flood is stuck simply doing what he could with his instincts, letting Colt hold on as much as she can until he can even them out.
They rise higher than they need to, the rain somehow becoming warmer up here than it had been on the ground, but as Sunjata levels and his wings stop beating against the wind for purchase and instead start to flatten out to glide, propelling them a bit more so that they get a good view of her fences, the Flood’s focus still remains half on her and half on the fence line.
There’s a nicker of a sound that breaks over the wind toward her, his feathers flattening as they reach the corner of the fencing that had been way off in the distance, having to tilt her slightly as they glide. She does well, though, holding on strong as Sunjata coasts along the top of her fences, making little mental notes as they go. But it’s when they reach the other edge of her fences that something really distracts him, a quiet but inquisitive neigh escaping his throat as he angles himself to land. Here, the clouds have parted in the distance to reveal the bloodied sunset, with lightning far off in the distance while this portion of the hill remains becoming quietly flooded in the summer rain. And it’s a view that Sunjata can’t pass up as he starts their landing.
They rise higher than they need to, the rain somehow becoming warmer up here than it had been on the ground, but as Sunjata levels and his wings stop beating against the wind for purchase and instead start to flatten out to glide, propelling them a bit more so that they get a good view of her fences, the Flood’s focus still remains half on her and half on the fence line.
There’s a nicker of a sound that breaks over the wind toward her, his feathers flattening as they reach the corner of the fencing that had been way off in the distance, having to tilt her slightly as they glide. She does well, though, holding on strong as Sunjata coasts along the top of her fences, making little mental notes as they go. But it’s when they reach the other edge of her fences that something really distracts him, a quiet but inquisitive neigh escaping his throat as he angles himself to land. Here, the clouds have parted in the distance to reveal the bloodied sunset, with lightning far off in the distance while this portion of the hill remains becoming quietly flooded in the summer rain. And it’s a view that Sunjata can’t pass up as he starts their landing.
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.
