SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Luckily, Sunjata isn’t really prone to stepping away too much either. So focused as he is on the lanterns and little company he harbors these days, his own bag of holding sits in his hand as he and Deimos step to the side for the already agreed upon plan they’d just made. “Yeah.” He admits, wrinkling his nose as he reaches into the bag and pulls out a jar filled with multihued shavings of unicorn horns, glittering with the potential of healing at hand.
“I wonder if it has to do with the screaming rain?” He asks, glancing at the jar before he reaches over to hand it to Deimos, prepared to take the chilled jar of ice in return to place back in his bag of holding to take back home to King’s End.
“I wonder if it has to do with the screaming rain?” He asks, glancing at the jar before he reaches over to hand it to Deimos, prepared to take the chilled jar of ice in return to place back in his bag of holding to take back home to King’s End.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
