right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
The tap to a feathered head is brief before Sunjata’s changing back into himself, feathers soon replaced by tattooed skin and a concerned glimmer in his gaze as Koa’s hand pressed against his sternum. He doesn’t move, he just watches, dark steel nodding as Koa speaks again and pats him on his chest before withdrawing. Shrugging lightly and immediately, because the Flood doesn’t care whether or not the Dragoon pats him, he shakes his head when Koa buries his own into his hands.
“It’s okay. No, I didn’t get the letter. But I heard the broadcast so it kinda made sense when everyone came in.” He admits, puffing out a little sigh as he leans forward. “What do you need?” Willing to help however he can, Sunjata’s gaze scans Koa’s shape and anxiety slipping out of his bouncing knee, before he glances around this portion of Mourn and the carts that are ahead of them, bringing more dragoons into his region.
“It’s okay. No, I didn’t get the letter. But I heard the broadcast so it kinda made sense when everyone came in.” He admits, puffing out a little sigh as he leans forward. “What do you need?” Willing to help however he can, Sunjata’s gaze scans Koa’s shape and anxiety slipping out of his bouncing knee, before he glances around this portion of Mourn and the carts that are ahead of them, bringing more dragoons into his region.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
SUNJATA
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.
