SUNJATA
the flood
The room unfurls before them and Sunjata’s equine head tilts as his ears perk, hooves clipping against the stone that’s far smoother than expected. Pillars, some broken, some still intact greet them with the rubble of everything surrounding them. Pods of a sort that appear to have held something – or someones.
Nostrils flaring, the Flood huffs a little sound of disapproval, peering through the purple light that lightens the chamber. How many of them do you think there were? He asks quietly, as if uncertain that the answer is one that he wants to hear. He pauses by an intact pod, lifting his head and peering into it to find it appearing to be empty. His wings shuffle with the light shake that races down his neck and spine, before he swings his head back toward Deimos.
Nostrils flaring, the Flood huffs a little sound of disapproval, peering through the purple light that lightens the chamber. How many of them do you think there were? He asks quietly, as if uncertain that the answer is one that he wants to hear. He pauses by an intact pod, lifting his head and peering into it to find it appearing to be empty. His wings shuffle with the light shake that races down his neck and spine, before he swings his head back toward Deimos.
the bigger the river // the bigger the drought
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.
