SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
He refrains from telling Niki about the time he’d been somewhat banned from the Greatwood during the time of the Ascended war, but out of all the places he’s been to lately, the Greatwood definitely takes up number two. Torchline used to hold it, but with so much of Safrin imbued within each nook and cranny of it, it was hard to find it as a space to feel like home. Having the Frey shrine here helped, too, at the end of the day.
Hearing that Niki hasn’t seen King’s End has him sending a playfully wry smile toward him. “You’d like it, I think.” He says with an easy shrug, glancing forward toward where he can see the necromancer’s home approaching. “It’s about as temperate as here, but it doesn’t have all the trees. They make up for it in burial mounds, I guess.” Things he’d always had to be aware of when it came to changing the landscape.
Stepping up on the porch alongside the other man, the door swinging open to reveal the wooden ball that chimes as it skips away from the door. “Gods, that’s so fair.” He nearly groans, thinking about Petronella and the sea panther’s preferred gifts to leave behind. He winces slightly, following Niki into his home. “My companion is a sea panther, so I’m sure you can imagine the creativity she gets up to.” He’d left her at home for the banshee fight, thankfully, not wanting a repeat of his first companion’s fate.
At the offer of something to drink, he initially wants to say no – but he thinks otherwise since Niki has asked. “Sure. Whatever you’re having, I’ll take one.” He smiles, lopsided and easy, nodding to the offer to sit as he follows the steps in the familiar home toward a living room he distinctly remembers leaving a blue feather for the other man to take a seat.
Hearing that Niki hasn’t seen King’s End has him sending a playfully wry smile toward him. “You’d like it, I think.” He says with an easy shrug, glancing forward toward where he can see the necromancer’s home approaching. “It’s about as temperate as here, but it doesn’t have all the trees. They make up for it in burial mounds, I guess.” Things he’d always had to be aware of when it came to changing the landscape.
Stepping up on the porch alongside the other man, the door swinging open to reveal the wooden ball that chimes as it skips away from the door. “Gods, that’s so fair.” He nearly groans, thinking about Petronella and the sea panther’s preferred gifts to leave behind. He winces slightly, following Niki into his home. “My companion is a sea panther, so I’m sure you can imagine the creativity she gets up to.” He’d left her at home for the banshee fight, thankfully, not wanting a repeat of his first companion’s fate.
At the offer of something to drink, he initially wants to say no – but he thinks otherwise since Niki has asked. “Sure. Whatever you’re having, I’ll take one.” He smiles, lopsided and easy, nodding to the offer to sit as he follows the steps in the familiar home toward a living room he distinctly remembers leaving a blue feather for the other man to take a seat.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
