SUNJATA
the flood
The pegasus has all kinds of bad vibes when it comes to these pods, both broken and completely sealed. Regardless of if they feel empty, the Flood is still entirely left on edge. He glances back toward the hellhound, ears hovering half forward and half pinned, as if waiting for something to jump out at them. Too much to move, maybe? He suggests with a weary kind of sigh, annoyance flickering as he steps further to find the symbols that Deimos has found.
Or maybe it’s a reminder of all the bullshit the last few years. He shakes his head, his short mane flopping to the other side of his neck as he tightens his wings in again, his uncertainty in the symbols clear as he peers over each one. Hopefully they’d never need to know what they were for.
Or maybe it’s a reminder of all the bullshit the last few years. He shakes his head, his short mane flopping to the other side of his neck as he tightens his wings in again, his uncertainty in the symbols clear as he peers over each one. Hopefully they’d never need to know what they were for.
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.
