// i came from a broken home, so look at all my broken bones
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
“No?” Sunjata muses, shooting Colt a grin. “I used to sneak down into my family library all the time.” He points out, a little tidbit of information from when Sunjata had been growing up. And despite all the traumas of his upbringing that he’s sure Colt’s heard stuff occasionally about, the library was similar to the cabin he’d shown her. A little bit of peace among the chaos.
But his smile falls to hear her explain the creature she’d encountered, imagining it as she describes it to be some kind of horrible beast, gnarled and twisted dried trees to make up its body, too many eyes which honestly spark a churning sensation in his stomach as he’s met with the memories of what the Infected looked like when he’d been healed. His lips purse together slightly as the hammock swings and he glances back over to her when she tells him that it poofed when it died. No remnants but a bag of sand that could do who knows what.
“It doesn’t sound like anything in King’s End. They tend to be more ghostly.” He admits with a wrinkle of his nose. “The Eyes thing reminds me of the Family, though. You’re welcome to look and see what we’ve got in the beastiary but I’m pretty confident we don’t have anything like that.” He wouldn’t stop her from doing her own research, but he’s also pretty sure he’d know if there was a big beast like that living in his region.
At least, he hopes so.
But his smile falls to hear her explain the creature she’d encountered, imagining it as she describes it to be some kind of horrible beast, gnarled and twisted dried trees to make up its body, too many eyes which honestly spark a churning sensation in his stomach as he’s met with the memories of what the Infected looked like when he’d been healed. His lips purse together slightly as the hammock swings and he glances back over to her when she tells him that it poofed when it died. No remnants but a bag of sand that could do who knows what.
“It doesn’t sound like anything in King’s End. They tend to be more ghostly.” He admits with a wrinkle of his nose. “The Eyes thing reminds me of the Family, though. You’re welcome to look and see what we’ve got in the beastiary but I’m pretty confident we don’t have anything like that.” He wouldn’t stop her from doing her own research, but he’s also pretty sure he’d know if there was a big beast like that living in his region.
At least, he hopes so.
the flood
// i'm the next, so get in line
just let me have my fucking time //
just let me have my fucking time //
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.
