SUNJATA
the flood
It feels claustrophobic despite the fact that there’s multiple feet of empty space around them. It’s a strange sensation, like being watched despite there being absolutely zero things around them that would prove to be alive and around enough to notice. So Sunjata drifts along, hooves scraping against the stone floor, taking in the purple light and the space that looked like something had once been held down that no longer existed.
Heaving a quiet metal sigh back over to Deimos in agreement and a bit of apprehension, his ears flick back against his neck. Yeah. This looks like the perfect place for it, doesn’t it? He rumbles back, his annoyance knowing no bounds despite the content happiness of it being gone and no longer some centurion they had to face.
Heaving a quiet metal sigh back over to Deimos in agreement and a bit of apprehension, his ears flick back against his neck. Yeah. This looks like the perfect place for it, doesn’t it? He rumbles back, his annoyance knowing no bounds despite the content happiness of it being gone and no longer some centurion they had to face.
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.
