SuNjATA
the flood
“Oh it could be worse, definitely.” He admits with a louder chuckle. “Could get my dick cut off.” It’s meant as a joke, but there’s a small degree of seriousness to it, that it’s not something Sunjata wishes to find out. But he talks about the Voice, and Sunjata listens before he nods. “I’m not sure. Maybe we’re meant to explore, to add to this world with our varying… experiences? It’s all a bit strange to begin with.” His head tilts slightly as he contemplates it.
“I met Safrin recently, actually, after I left the Guild when Remi and I found you.” His gaze dances over toward Oliver with a slightly raised brow. “Was a bit too distracted to actually ask why we’re all here.” He snorts, thinking back to the goddess and the stars, the kiss and the feathers.
But Oliver compliments him, and Sunjata returns the favor just enough for Ollie to continue on the tangent, and Sunjata focuses on the words with a small crooked smile. “I guess so. Feels more like painting over the black stains of my past rather than being a good person. But I appreciate it.” He says honestly, truthfully, as genuine as he’s probably said anything. “Those are some pretty nice furs.” He jests with another wink, the crooked roguish smile returning.
At the comment of whether Remi would want him there, Sunjata shakes his head. “I don’t think they know or care how many people will be coming. There’s tons of us outlanders, tons of naturals that all have to go somewhere. If it’s up on the notice board, people will show.” He shrugs easily before letting his steel eyes harden playfully on Oliver. “Besides, I didn’t tell Remi I’m going there. It’s not invite only.”
“I met Safrin recently, actually, after I left the Guild when Remi and I found you.” His gaze dances over toward Oliver with a slightly raised brow. “Was a bit too distracted to actually ask why we’re all here.” He snorts, thinking back to the goddess and the stars, the kiss and the feathers.
But Oliver compliments him, and Sunjata returns the favor just enough for Ollie to continue on the tangent, and Sunjata focuses on the words with a small crooked smile. “I guess so. Feels more like painting over the black stains of my past rather than being a good person. But I appreciate it.” He says honestly, truthfully, as genuine as he’s probably said anything. “Those are some pretty nice furs.” He jests with another wink, the crooked roguish smile returning.
At the comment of whether Remi would want him there, Sunjata shakes his head. “I don’t think they know or care how many people will be coming. There’s tons of us outlanders, tons of naturals that all have to go somewhere. If it’s up on the notice board, people will show.” He shrugs easily before letting his steel eyes harden playfully on Oliver. “Besides, I didn’t tell Remi I’m going there. It’s not invite only.”
a little rebellion
now and then
is a good thing
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.
