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 as she makes her promise and he starts to pluck himself up from the grassy ground, he keeps the crown on his head even as he reaches up to adjust it, pressing it down to sit more flush against his head and into his dark curls. His steel gaze flits down to her as she offers her quiet gratitude, offering a soft smile in response and a nod, even if the answers hadn’t been what Maea was looking for.
“’Course Maea. If you need to talk more, too, you know where to find me.” He murmurs softly, twisting to glance up at the sky and see the way the clouds have begun to filter in, providing a cool relief for the flight home. He casts one glance back toward her, before he’s shifting into his dragon shift once more – the flower crown snug in between a few of his plates and horns where it wouldn’t go anywhere when he departs, and he takes to the skies with a warm gust of wind.
“’Course Maea. If you need to talk more, too, you know where to find me.” He murmurs softly, twisting to glance up at the sky and see the way the clouds have begun to filter in, providing a cool relief for the flight home. He casts one glance back toward her, before he’s shifting into his dragon shift once more – the flower crown snug in between a few of his plates and horns where it wouldn’t go anywhere when he departs, and he takes to the skies with a warm gust of wind.
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.
