SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
The turtle disappears, and Sunjata can feel the soft press of Nate’s cheek to his dark ebony and bronze scales, and he turns back a small amount to wrap around Nate again and rest his hooded head atop the Ascended’s, tucked in somewhere within his dark hair. And he listens to Nate’s words – the sappiness to them, and he can’t help but feel this… Immense swell, some kind of emotional feeling that if Nate were shifted right now, he’d be able to feel it too. But he isn’t, and can’t, and when the Ascended turns back, he can see the many small shapes, taking off toward the glowing and glimmering ocean.
And then, as Nate steps to the side to watch, Sunjata begins to move again – slithering along the Ascended’s shoulder and arm to drop and swing himself back to the ground, fighting against that predatory sense within him to eat one of these tiny creatures, before he shifts back to himself (mostly), and reaches out to Nate to drag him over to a spot beneath the tree – to watch them on their voyage to the water.
“Sometimes you get so busy with how shitty things are that you don’t get the chance to stop and notice the small things that are good.” He offers, a slightly fanged smile toward Nate with that – his tone a little strange as the partial shift has changed those typical fangs he has to sharper, more pointed ones, and the tongue that sits therein, forked. “Let’s watch it for a bit?” A quiet beckoning, promptly plopping himself down on the little dune, out of the way but in perfect view.
And then, as Nate steps to the side to watch, Sunjata begins to move again – slithering along the Ascended’s shoulder and arm to drop and swing himself back to the ground, fighting against that predatory sense within him to eat one of these tiny creatures, before he shifts back to himself (mostly), and reaches out to Nate to drag him over to a spot beneath the tree – to watch them on their voyage to the water.
“Sometimes you get so busy with how shitty things are that you don’t get the chance to stop and notice the small things that are good.” He offers, a slightly fanged smile toward Nate with that – his tone a little strange as the partial shift has changed those typical fangs he has to sharper, more pointed ones, and the tongue that sits therein, forked. “Let’s watch it for a bit?” A quiet beckoning, promptly plopping himself down on the little dune, out of the way but in perfect view.
'cause i might make a move
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.
