SUNJATA
She poises a question to him that makes him pause as he stares at the sky and the way the clouds flit in and out above the sun, creating dips in the light here and there. It isn’t until he inhales deeply and sighs that he finally deigns to respond. “Well, I got my fathers temper and his nose.” He chuckles at first before growing softer. “My rebellious heart from my mother.” His eyes skate to her with a raised brow. He doesn’t want to offer more than that, and he leaves it as simplistic as he can.
He explains more about the Large Vulture, and watches her as she watches him – wanting to understand where he came from when it came to Gaal. And he can’t blame the girl. Aside from the fact that it must be hard to learn your father was a piece of shit – it was hard for him to understand at first too, but at least he could witness the injustices first hand. So he inhales deeply again and shakes his head. “Many things.” He rumbles, steel eyes narrowing at the memories.
“He had this way of thinking that people owed something to him – that he grew up with a sad story and deserved people’s pity. I don’t know if he used it to make himself feel better or to get more women into his bed. But back home in Korofi, things were hard and we were always fighting one thing or another.” He pauses. “My story is one I’d consider a lot harder, a lot darker than Gaal’s and he had the audacity to laugh about it in my face the day my father arranged the marriages between my sister and him, and I to another.” His eyes rolled.
“My sister was smitten with him, she couldn’t see through what he portrayed himself as being – but after brawling with him for so many years I knew what type of man he was. And I knew that any chance he got, he’d… well, break her heart. Even if she denies it. But she’s my sister, you know? And I couldn’t let that happen.” He pauses to let her take in the story. “Gaal the Goliath, Graasvoel the large vulture. All he did was use people for what they were worth and move on.” He frowns before he looks to Melita with an almost apologetic smile.
“I am sorry you’re related to him. But if it helps, I can teach you his language? So if he ever appears here you can tell him to ‘fuck off’ correctly.” He gives her a slight roguish grin, an almost avian quality that seems so similar to the mannerism that Gaal likely had at one point. A habit of home.
He explains more about the Large Vulture, and watches her as she watches him – wanting to understand where he came from when it came to Gaal. And he can’t blame the girl. Aside from the fact that it must be hard to learn your father was a piece of shit – it was hard for him to understand at first too, but at least he could witness the injustices first hand. So he inhales deeply again and shakes his head. “Many things.” He rumbles, steel eyes narrowing at the memories.
“He had this way of thinking that people owed something to him – that he grew up with a sad story and deserved people’s pity. I don’t know if he used it to make himself feel better or to get more women into his bed. But back home in Korofi, things were hard and we were always fighting one thing or another.” He pauses. “My story is one I’d consider a lot harder, a lot darker than Gaal’s and he had the audacity to laugh about it in my face the day my father arranged the marriages between my sister and him, and I to another.” His eyes rolled.
“My sister was smitten with him, she couldn’t see through what he portrayed himself as being – but after brawling with him for so many years I knew what type of man he was. And I knew that any chance he got, he’d… well, break her heart. Even if she denies it. But she’s my sister, you know? And I couldn’t let that happen.” He pauses to let her take in the story. “Gaal the Goliath, Graasvoel the large vulture. All he did was use people for what they were worth and move on.” He frowns before he looks to Melita with an almost apologetic smile.
“I am sorry you’re related to him. But if it helps, I can teach you his language? So if he ever appears here you can tell him to ‘fuck off’ correctly.” He gives her a slight roguish grin, an almost avian quality that seems so similar to the mannerism that Gaal likely had at one point. A habit of home.
the deeper you dig, the darker it gets
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.
